My, My
I was at our grocer’s by 10:30 this Saturday morning. Vanilla ice cream and several jugs of distilled water were the highlights. Dennis also thought some prepared coleslaw, macaroni salad and potato salad would be good to have on hand. I didn’t argue as meal times do come around. The oven meal of last night need not be finished off this evening. It will keep for tomorrow’s supper.
When I got home, I changed out the cotton long sleeve shirt for a cotton t-shirt. I really felt the heat and humidity. I had gotten too hot one time and the black spots and dizzy stuff took me to a chair quickly. Don’t need a repeat of that any time soon. I do sweat like my dad . . . drip, drip. Neighbor Jan doesn’t sweat, so she really watches herself in days such as this.
It is mid-afternoon. Before I came down to the studio after Dennis and I had a half sandwich each for noon, I looked out the east bathroom window. All three of the porch kitties were sprawled out on the sidewalk north of the patio porch in the shade. Concrete on their bellies must feel good.
Our two sweetcorn venders were at it this forenoon. Dennis and I do not care for sweetcorn. I am sure their usual customers will be happy to see them.
With the quilt top having been sewn together since I have been down here this afternoon and pressed, I am ready for the borders to be chosen and cut out. Those borders will be using some of the same fabrics that the 14″ blocks are made up of. That decision being made, the studio lights will go out as soon as as I am finished with this posting.
I have Terro ant poison out in several spots in the bathroom and kitchen. They are to enjoy the snack and drag it back to their starting point. The pheromones of the ants must be ragging this summer. Dennis sprayed by the back door after lunch. The two sizes in the bathroom and kitchen were small to tiny compared to the sidewalk-sized ants by the interior of the back door.
I really enjoy the AM radio station from Jackson and Spirit Lake. I don’t remember the call letters. It is non-stop country western and not country rock.
I am heading to the first floor of our home. Of my three cross stitch projects I have going on, I put aside the Esther Schafer wooden box stitching last night. This afternoon I will pull out the white floss on blue fabric that I am working on. Variety makes for a balanced feeling of my days here on Stauffer.
Oh yes . . . I got my bra on right-side out this morning. It feels good.
With that I take my leave. ♥