Stitchers Rule
Today, I traveled to Mankato to meet with fellow stitchers. In my book stitchers rule. A group of gals that make sense out of our hopes for projects that show those that we share them with how much they were thought of during the process.
Sometimes those hopes that are hooked to dreams dash and the circular file, wastebasket, gets fed. By and large we don’t give up or give in easily. The mental acuity to put ourselves deep into a challenge can be physically exhausting. While in that mental state, an interruption from life’s happenings can shatter hours of attention to detail. Is there a “fix” for that? Probably not, other than living in a cocoon with an interior lock and an alarm that beeps “Incoming, incoming!”
Our monthly meeting at Baker’s Square is important and what I glean from that carries over until the next month.
Yesterday our family gathering was not just about eating and joking with each other. There was a serious job jar that was cracked. I have had a three tier flower stand cemented into our patio for several decades. Kevin brought along a saw and the stand has now been retired. The stand has totally left Stauffer Avenue. I am cutting back on flowers that need attention every day as they would dry out quite quickly. Secondly, I am not the handiest, so Kevin tightened the new toilet bowl lid I had put on. There was no way I could tighten the nylon bolts enough to keep the lid from doing a soft and slow slide to one side when sat upon. Rest easy, there in now no chance of pinching that tender little butt skin when the slow slide became dangerous.
I so appreciate my computers. I so detest the touch pad that they insist on installing on the keyboard. The arthritic thumbs would caress that touch pad without me even noticing it until my text had been discombobulated to no end . . . or it was totally deleted. Jeremy took care of that item. As I am typing right now, I am still leery. There are several thousand photos on the Dell computer that is twelve years old. I still enjoying using the Photo Gallery program as photos can be loaded into individual files. I could pull up multiple photos of Dennis in a heartbeat. I was afraid that at some time the computer would fail and all could be lost. I do backup my computers, but is it 100% reliable? Why take a chance.
The job jar got dusted off, the special dishes that we used are tucked back where they are stored, and there is just the right amount of leftovers for Dennis and me. What is left is to do a double Swiffer on the floors. Two fur-babies in the house needs some Swiffer action. It could have been done today, but . . . the stitchers came first.