The Honeymoon is Over
This was, and I repeat, was, the fourth day with zero air conditioning being on in our home. This late afternoon, I surfaced from the sewing studio, and as my arm touched the concrete blocks on the basement stairwell . . . I knew the honeymoon was over. It sure was nice while it lasted. We did spend most of the morning outside enjoying whatever came down the pike. The breeze let up and the nasty black flies began feasting. Yuk! Wouldn’t you know it . . . we are in between hatches of mosquitoes and the flies take over. Just can’t cut a break. That is when I headed down into the sewing studio and Dennis checked his eyelids for cracks in his recliner. It’s a good thing I was searching for my favorite fabric cutter, Dennis, or the house would have really heated up in the afternoon noon and rising humidity.
I do have problems cutting lengths of fabric successfully with the rotary cutter. I don’t have the 
endurance to push down hard enough with a long enough swipe for that sharp clean line. Once you hesitate, the plastic ruler on the cutting mat has a tendency to move ever so sightly for an “Oh, No!” I thought I had put an order in with Dennis for the ten cuts I needed, but I forgot to pencil in the diagonal piecing to get the correct length on all four sides.
I am known for making lists for myself, be it grocery lists, to-do lists, or lists of things that need to be taken care of in the near future. I am looking down on my computer desk and I have several going. It can be rather embarrassing when something falls into the cracks that I should have had right at the tip of my fingers. Well, my fingers are a bit more bent than they used to be and don’t hold as much, thus a clutter of lists. It is a very good thing to have things and people that rely upon you. It keeps the brain sharp. I so want to stay sharp for a long, long, long time. As my mom, Lena, would often say, “I don’t want to miss out on anything.”
Now . . . where did that fabric cutter get to?