Ready For Worker Bees
On my walk this morning, I mentally worked through what I wanted to accomplish today. The primary target is covering up with what I would not want to get dust on in the sewing studio when three worker bees show up on Stauffer Avenue to put in new windows. I had been doing some stitching in a small area I had carved out and of course, there were supplies to tuck away. I think it has been over twenty years since the ironing board was folded up and tucked away.
By pushing everything into the center it has meant many of the seek and search items I have wanted to access this last month have been buried or packed up. I have held up well, all things considering. Being accustomed to going down and whipping out a stitch or two and having my wings clipped hasn’t really hurt me any. If anything I have given a lot of thought on how to configure it after the new windows are in and we can again spread out. Oh how I will appreciate the end result of this upheaval next month at this time.
Dennis has been battling a head cold of huge proportions for the last two weeks and has been left out of the sewing studio project. We finally got a prescription for five days of antibiotics. Dennis has plans coming up and the last thing he needs is to have them delayed or canceled if coughing and chest congestion causes him to be out of the loop.
With four of the 9′ x 12′ poly throws, I sat on my sewing chair in the very vacant sewing studio and surveyed how to go about hitting as many of the high
spots as I could to prevent concrete dust or leaves blowing in as windows are removed and the prep work for the new windows is underway. All electrical devices needed to be unplugged. I can only imagine the circuit breakers popping if items overheat under plastic. Not to worry. Dennis’ television set will remain plugged in until Monday morning.
This project is the most anticipated since Kevin redid our kitchen and bathroom. The poly purchase came about as I recall, you can’t get the job done and done right without a mess. No pain, no gain. I am totally prepared as I have a noon lunch planned for the three worker bees to enjoy in the patio porch for Monday’s noon lunch. My mom, Lena, always feed those who had to come and do work down on the farm. It shows appreciation of their skills and . . . if the worker bees don’t have to leave the property to find a place for lunch, they are more apt to return to the project at hand sooner and not get waylaid. Thanks for the tip, Lena!
Oh my gosh. I am ready!