Hello Everyone!
Hello everyone . . . it’s me . . . a Mom! A great day to get well wishes from my kids via the phone. I even got a call from Oregon . . . Dennis’ oldest wishing me a Mother’s Day. A.J. is Dennis’ youngest grandson and was visiting his mom today. He stopped in to say hello. I am a very content person today.
This afternoon we got back to a project that got put on hold. It would have gotten done by Tuesday but there was a toolbox that was emptied and the contents taken to Fairfax on Wednesday. Thursday we had an appointment in Mankato.
Today, I now have two bricks under each of the eight legs of the church tables. These are the heavy duty bricks that take heft in even picking up two for me. This 34″ height will make a huge difference when I stand at the tables cutting cloth. My sewing machine table is 26″ tall and by the time the bed of the machine is reached it is 30″. All is as it should be here on Stauffer Avenue.
Yesterday, I cleaned my friend Judy’s Bernina. Judy had been classified as legally blind for a long time. Judy had been using the machine off and on until five years ago when nothing would work for her. The sewing machine has sat out and was not cased until her husband knew I would be taking it with me on Friday. He had to drive out to their farm home to retrieve it and bring it to the townhome they are now renting in Mankato. He was put out about the errand to the point that he would not put it in my car from their garage. I hefted the machine into their laundry cart that has wheels and got the job done . . . right into my car. Seriously! The machine was a sorry sight. Dennis put himself in charge of taking the cloth case out to the garage to clean it. Out came the old needle that was as dull as a bad pitchfork. Everything is oiled and as clean as a whistle complete with a newly filled bobbin, a spool of thread, and it is threaded with a new Bernina needle. Dennis did an amazing job on the fabric carrying case. It now looks like a Bernina and sews like a top. Once I return the machine to Judy . . . her girls are on their own. I just haven’t figured out how to get it back into their home. It may be via the laundry cart.
Life is sweet here in our forever home. I wouldn’t trade Dennis for all the coffee that Folgers has.
The dew point and the outside temps are very close to each other. That is weather that feels close and has the 20 mph wind helping.
New week is coming . . . ready or not!