New Year’s Eve
Today may be New Year’s Eve, but in reality, another day on the calendar.
Dennis and I have never done anything out of the ordinary for this evening that always ends up getting a bad rap when some tend to celebrate too much.
I have spent time in the studio. Creating a pattern that is an original, thus no given time is allotted. Measure, once . . . measure twice and then place it under the sewing machine embroidery module. Tomorrow may show evidence that my thinking is meshing with the stitching.
This morning I looked out and thought the bare drive was a treat. No ice to worry about. KNUJ has just popped my balloon when they reported a storm coming Monday and going through Tuesday with snow and an icy mixture.
I have my blue speckled roaster in the oven with pork steak. Dennis’ blood panel indicted his hemoglobin is a bit low. We do tend to have chicken often. Ground beef will be put on our menu for this next week. I really don’t feel like buying liver right now. What is purchased in a grocery store is not sliced for pan ready. A good list of foods on the computer helped.
Enjoy the first 2023 day tomorrow. I have high hopes for a very good 2023 for us two on Stauffer Avenue and for all our children.