Moving on Up
The temperatures are moving on up. The cold was still the best of the last days as the storms, tornadoes and power outages would have been horrific for most of us to get through. I have a fare amount of body fat in conjunction with knowing how to dress to take it in stride.
The skies are gray but the snow that has been falling is dry as talcum powder, thus I can understand why the dew point is one. I think we might have gotten an inch or so. I went out with Dennis and it was easily pushed to the sides. Fresh air and exercise . . . it’s a good thing.
I continued on the meandering quilting of my flannel project. When the bobbin is empty, I take apart what is under the hood. Fuzz in abundance. I have a very long-handled tweezers and it comes in so handy to get in all the small places to pull out the fuzz. It was also a good time to change out the needle. Taking a lot of breaks is key. Using my right foot on the foot feed for the continual motion in quilting can take its tole as after a bit it can be followed from the foot right up to my right titanium knee. From there it follows up the right side of the thigh. Funny how the body works together in tandem. I have my daily exercise for just such circumstances. Shutting down the sewing studio is the best exercise. Enough is enough. Time to turn to some reading.
Dennis is off to have afternoon coffee with his people in the apartment complex where his friend Lyle lives. It is a supper of chili for us. A bit of grated cheese and sour cream for toppings fill the bill.
I am pleased that I have managed to block over fifty phone numbers since the first of the year. Now all I have to do is figure out how to shut off the alarm on my phone when I have chosen to use it. Yes . . . it says tap to stop it. My fingers don’t tap like they used to. So be it. Shutting off the phone for a bit also does the same job.