Quite the Morning
It is quite the morning when I don’t hear the garbage man pick up our bin not 20′ from my bedroom. I was out like a light.
I deem success of each day when I have done enough physically and mentally that I can go to bed at nine thirty in the evening and sleep until eight in the morning. I am not comparing my days to anyone else’s. They are all mine alone.
I was in the studio by eleven this morning. This round of stitching and pressing would complete the 24 blocks of the latest quilt top. As I sat at my sewing machine taking a sip of breakfast coffee now and then, my eyes wandered over to the shelves on the south wall.
When one of Dennis’ sons lived in Alabama and we would visit, we got to know a neighbor of their’s, Mary and Max. Max did woodworking in his spare time and he did a lot of it. One year, I went back to Minnesota with one of Max’s wooden boxes. Inside were two lift-out dividers. The interior had red felt glued in it.
Sitting and looking at the box, I could not remember what was in it. I lifted it down, dusted off the top and took a look-see. There was a variety of crocheted crosses I had made, plus several bookmarks I had crocheted. There was also a fairly large collection to tatted medallions. I do not tat. When Dennis and I had gone to the Sioux Falls trade shows for quite a few years, the people that had the table next to ours over the years were repeat neighbors. As the fellows would hawk their wares, the wife would sit and tat. Her medallions were for sale and each year I would purchase some. Her medallions were keeping my crocheted items company. Sweet. I closed up the box and my mind began working on how to make the most of those delicate jewels.
Dennis was feeling less than good today. I invited him to cut some fabric for me hoping that would take his mind off of himself. My battery operated radio continued to cut-out until I remembered that that was a sign that the batteries needed changing. I put that on Dennis’ plate. He was shocked that the little radio that was a Christmas gift to me from decades ago took six “C” batteries. As luck would have it, we had just enough. KNUJ came in loud and strong. Guess what was put on the next grocery list.
I will check with Dennis to see what sounds good for supper.
With that I take my leave. ♥