Road Trip Day
I was 60 miles north of my home by 9:00 this morning, entering the city limits of Bird Island. As I pulled up to the curb of Creatives Stitches, Kelly, my licensed master technician for Berninas, met me at my car to carry in the machine to begin the much needed servicing. The servicing was long overdue. There was an upgrade in functions as well as firmware that was due.
I spent the time visiting with Amanda as the shop has been transformed since the last time I had visited. Amanda spent a week in Utah for training and finding the ins and the outs of being an official Kimberbell dealer. Kimberbell is a line of products for sewing, crafting and machine embroidery. The store is well stocked. Their display of Bernina sewing machines mirrors that of other Bernina shops as well as the home office in Switzerland. Amanda will be traveling to Chicago in the near future for Bernina training of the new models coming out. It takes a lot of time and dedication to serve their customers well, and they do. Kelly does clean and repair other brands as best he can. As other brands like Bernina, selling parts only to licensed dealers of specific brands.
My lunch date was cancelled and I motored on my way south towards home . . . next stop Fairfax. It was great stopping in at Kersten’s business as well as Kevin’s. Kevin had ordered a spinner for me. A spinner is a knob that attaches to the steering wheel for better mobility in handling the steering wheel. Kevin was right in the placement of the spinner on the steering wheel . . . lower left hand portion. My left hand, from the stroke, has been affected in the strength and confidence when using the steering wheel in turning. Dennis attached it to the steering wheel when I got home, only after I had played it through my mind as to where it would best serve. Sweet attachment.
Dennis surprised me when I got home. The snowblower was idling in the drive. Dennis is on top of preparing for winter. The water hoses have been put on the reel and the reel is stored . . . out of the way. Dennis, with the left foot in a non-mobile boot, is slowly but surely moving with many breaks in between and staying on meds before he feels discomfort in his foot. When Dennis sits down on those breaks . . . the foot is elevated.
One of those breaks came after he had lifted the sewing machine out of the car and set it on the concrete. The next jaunt came when the machine made it to the back door of the house. So it went. When the machine got to the top of the basement steps, Dennis was behind me for moral support and we backed it down one step at a time. The machine is back on its table, not to be plugged in until another day.
No one needs to warn us on safety. We work well together . . . safely thinking out each step of the way on projects. We have each other’s back with loving care, respect and thankfulness. Life on Stauffer . . . nothing like it!