Satisfaction
Even with small tasks completed, it brings much satisfaction.
The first task of the day was putting bedding in the laundry. I never push my luck with both top and bottom full sized flannel sheets in a single load. By the time I have this post published, Dennis will be on hand to help with his bed.
As we will be going to Mankato for Dennis’ Korean luncheon and meeting tomorrow, my set of flannel bedding will be on the docket for Thursday. This very small group of fellows is trying so hard to close down their chapter of the Frozen Chosen. Perhaps the paperwork has all been accepted by the home organization.
I know this may sound repetitive in regard to Dennis’ PT appointments, but . . . Dan is so positive about this being oh so close to being a total heal. We continue doing what we have been doing, every day. Dennis took the good tidings and picked up Dwayne for coffee at McDonald’s. That chit chat is good for both of them.
My satisfaction has taken place by matching up the last row of four rows with orange cornerstones. I do not skimp on pins to hold everything in place. This morning was the very very first of taking out a sixteen inch seam. I knew I was due. With the amount of stitches per inch having been increased to many, it took that much longer for the picking. Regardless how many pin cushions I have, I am seeking and searching when I get to the sewing machine so I can plunk them in as I come to them. I do not believe in sewing over pins as I know some do.
With great satisfaction I placed the sixteen sewn together blocks on the church tables. I am pleased with the arrangement that Dennis did on how the blocks should be sewn together. The next step will be cutting the two borders: one of three inches wide in orange and one of three inches wide in the mottled black. This second top did go well as all of the decision making had been done with the first top of sixteen blocks. Tomorrow will be a dark day in the studio as I will be with Dennis in Mankato.
We are treating ourselves with a trip uptown to the Hometown Café for supper. We have not done that . . . I can’t remember the time.
All of you continue to take care with the weather. I remember in days of old during streaks of hot days, Lena would march us into the bathroom, one at a time for a cool washcloth for the face. The cool washcloth behind the ears . . . felt wonderful.