Last week Megan shared with me that her and Nickolas were having an old fashioned meal. Well we aren’t doing Hungry Man frozen dinners . . . but we are doing a Tombstone Pizza. Have not had a frozen Pizza in decades. We were running some errands this morning before the snow and when we stopped to fuel up the car . . . it came to me as clear as day. Neither one of us has burned off enough energy today to amount to a diddle but it is what it is.
Dennis has been using the snow pusher each time he travels out to his patio porch. Blazing a trail until the next time. My sewing studio is making its own trail of the white stuff. When I did Kersten’s Pokemon quilt with the embroidered blocks I had not a problem taking off the stabilizer from each embroidered block. As Kevin had mentioned, if you don’t take it off it will eventually let loose and there will be hard balls of the stuff co-mingling in the quilt in time to come. Grant it, it was a different brand as I needed a different size for my currant project. It is coming off in tiny, teeny, annoying, hateful bits the size of my thumb nail. Ya, look at your own thumb nail and there I am. Believe it or not, this teaches patience. I am calling it a day and going to read the instructions on the pizza. Tomorrow is another day. As I look out the back door window on my way to the kitchen to get the pre-heat going on the oven, Dennis is rocking away in his patio porch rocker and I bet you a dollar to a doughnut he is listening to the gospel music on the RFD television channel. Gotta love that guy.