It’s Different
In the past, I enjoyed remembering young and some not so young with a favor from my studio. This year will be a bit different. This year my mobility is a bit different.
Today made that difference feel less . . . by quite a bit. Today the mail person brought a package from the Christian Book site. I had ordered a variety of cards by the box. I will again be able to remember those that I have in the past with pop-up cards. Receiving something in the mail at Christmas time that is addressed to little ones can be quite exciting. I know this first hand from the parents of those that have been recipients. All that is required of me is to keep them in the studio until such time to pop them in the mail. I am not one of those that will be sweating it that there are cargo ships not able to unload Christmas cargo.
After the first floor items are taken care of, I head for the studio. I have some dish towels that are being made up. The embroidery hoop needs to be clipped onto the
embroidery module before the sewing machine will do “stitch one.” I can say that working with embroidery has physical 
therapy benefits. For the hoop to engage, two clips need to be pulled together to slip over the module’s hub. For myself, the thumb and forefinger need that strengthening. After the stroke those fingers were happy to be left alone and not engage in any activity. On a good day the forefinger can depress the button on an aerosol can. A nail clipper operation is still in the works.
There isn’t any yard work for me. My biggest workout is to get in and out of the house without letting in bugs. Dennis checked, the Boxelder trees are two blocks east of us. Have bug will travel.
The fellows are doing coffee this afternoon and that would include a road trip to check on the farmers in the surrounding area. I am getting a dose of farming by listening to KNUJ and their farm forum.
The weekend is upon us. May everyone have a chance to write some of their own agenda. Everyone’s idea of a good weekend is quite different.