Gray Skies

This is the time of the year when you cannot take for granted what an outdoor thermometer reads.  It may be a 42 degree reading but in the open with the raw winds it is more like . . . “Get a warmer jacket on for Pete’s sake.”  And that is what I did this morning as I headed out for my walk.  The trail I have been taking is a by-pass out to the industrial park.  As of tomorrow the open field along the trail that the city owns will become the command center of a huge road and street project.  My luck all they would find of me would be a turquoise smear of what had been me wearing my jacket as a huge self-propelled earth mover had mowed me down.  The Canadian Geese that have kept their vocal cords tuned up honking at me while I passed their way will surely get a workout from all the commotion of the construction site noise.  I must say they were a bit touchy.

To keep my life balanced I have dove into trying to work up some fabric in my stash.  Peach not being my color will providePeach and Lime me a chance to make some blankets for the three great grands that live north of Duluth.  Boring peach has just gotten a dose of lime green.  It can serve such a better purpose than being stacked on a shelf – way to the back of the shelf as I would pick out some of my more favorite colors to work with.  I did check the color wheel and this was what I thought would be the most appealing to three little girls to take along to their summer cabin.  They do quite a bit of the evening fire pit before bed time.  Can’t have too many cover-ups from the chilly northern nights.

Dennis is off visiting his buddies, who both happen to be in the hospital here in St. James.  By the time he returns I will have selected some soup for our evening meal.  What with my birthday this last weekend, we should kind of push back from the table a bit and have a few lighter meals.  Dang that is hard to do.  It isn’t really all that painful and I know myself well enough that if I am working with fabric, I dare not snack in between meals as clean fingers are a must.  Catch ya tomorrow.