Popped Out at 89 Degrees
A bit of a warm up. Who would have thought!
We were up to sitting on the patio this afternoon with our break. Not to be. Asian Beetles, flies, Boxelder bugs . . . Nope. We had a sit-to in the patio porch where screens kept most at bay. Of course we need to have a bit of the doorways open for the four footed fur babies to pop in and out.
For living in town we sure do have the dust flying this afternoon. Choke city. Stauffer being a gravel street and the winds from the south, it would not have been a good day to have the clothes lines full. We had picked a perfect day on this last Sunday for that.
I had put two items on Facebook Marketplace. I had one success, and then I closed it down. Too much of a hassle to be tied down for responses. I realize having a garage sale is “one day” and then it is done. The only item we are contending with is an old White brand electric sewing machine. It came to us from one of Dennis’ kids as they were moving on and needed to clear out their home. No one, including me, has an emotional attachment to it. Several years ago I opened the cabinet and realized something is amiss. Don’t want it, don’t need it, don’t want to take the time or energy to see what it would take to get it sewing. After all, it only takes up several square feet in the back garage. I am spoiled as what I sew with just takes a flip of a switch and I am off and stitching.
My emotional attachment with sewing machines is what I have in the sewing studio. Mom’s machine does sew well. Several years ago I was working on a double sized bed quilt. Of the blocks that needed to be sewn, I did each half of the needed number of blocks with Mom’s machine to give it a good working out. There also, it only takes several square feet in the sewing studio to store it. Time will tell what happens to it eventually.
I have been giving Dennis his space in the garage. The chainsaw Eagle has had a good cleaning, rinsing and drying off. We had cans of clear poly spray on hand. The only suggestion I gave was that several light coasts of spray is better that one heavy coat that is bound to run. With the pressure that it takes to hold the nozzle down . . . better his hands than mine. I have all I can do to hold the nozzle down on my personal deodorant. The Eagle is, after all, one of our favorite garden art pieces that takes rain and hot sun each summer. Anything to help reserve it . . . priceless.
It has been warm outside, but the humidity and dew point are very low. Take it the way it comes.