The Week is Rolling
It’s Thursday and another chilly day. What I don’t mind is that it is slowing down the Lilac blossoms from opening. With the blooms taking more time to open and hopefully the high winds have had their days, it could all work out to be a long run of beauty.
It’s hard to get my daily quota of garage boards scrapped with drive-bys to chat, walker-bys to chat and the next door neighbor to the south to add his wisdom. I may have to take advantage of the bright street lights on Stauffer to get my work done after dark. Naw . . . it is kind of noisy and we have people in the neighborhood that have house dogs that are prone to bark when there is an unusual noise. The noise of the trains when the wind is from the north can quake foundations . . . but it is a usual and customary noise within our area. I will continue taking my time in daylight scrapping on the south side of the garage. It will take only so much time and I will be moving on.
Dennis is doing a great job of giving the lawn art bridge a new coat of stain. The bridge is on his favorite two-wheel trailer inside the garage. The HLN murder mysteries are on the patio porch television allowing the staining to continue with distractions. I also am aware that his pockets contains a fair amount of jelly beans.
I have been sewing intermittently on the quilt project that was labeled as a folk art pattern. I do have fabric that I will be piecing for the backing. It may come down to a phone call to Old Alley Quilt Shop to meet me at their curb in Sherburn for a purchase of batting. Time will tell.
Supper is a freezer item of a hotdish that Dennis likes. Wouldn’t it be great if there would be a curb-side drop off that would fill the freezer that is above the refrigerator with all of our favorites! I can imagine I could do that myself by devoting one or two full days of kitchen duty. Not! When the weather tells me it is spring, I enjoy spending some of each day outside . . . even if it includes scrapping the garage walls. Catch ya tomorrow.
P.S. Those of us on Stauffer Avenue have been queering each other in regard to the stimulus checks arriving. About half of the residents have received them. Some by letter in the mail, some by direct deposit. Dennis and I are in the half that is still waiting.