South Brisk Winds
Wow, that wind can switch to the south and pick up right where the strong north winds left off . . . in a heart beat. As it is 38 degrees, I did pop a window to get some fresh air in the house before the next system of sleet, ice and possible snow moves in.
June had lived down the street from me for years. Today June asked me to her apartment across town for lunch. A sandwich never tasted so good. We had lots to catch up on. We are partners in crime when it comes to getting our second shingles shot. Her and I will be heading to Lewis Drug right after the first of April to get the deed done.
I received a text from nephew Larry, rural Stewart resident. The extra Christmas stockings arrived in good stead. Larry stated he is not in any hurry to use these Christmas stockings as they would be for the next round of grandchildren. The two youngest of his children are not in a position as yet for that to happen . . . maybe.
This afternoon, the sewing machine has been humming. I am doing what a long arm quilting machine does . . . quilting my mini-quilt. The backing, batting and top are secured, ready to get all layers stitched together. It is all about getting the machine set up, digging out the gloves that have nubbins on the finger tips to help guide the layer of fabrics under the needle, and practicing Bringing in the Sheaves. Singing a tune while the needle is stitching allows for a smooth flow of circular motion. All that remains is to quilt the flowered border and sew on a binding. All in all the project has turned out well to this point. One day at a time.
The weekend is upon us. No plans and after a busy week . . . yippee!