Tuesday 2021
This morning, we got a phone call, checking to see if Dennis had an extra cup of coffee. Dennis responded he was in the patio porch. He than had come in to make a small fresh batch of coffee.
Dennis’ friend, Doug, was at the Veteran’s clinic and was planning on stopping in. Doug has been doing this off and on for several years. Today when Doug drove up, he had a passenger, his wife Lynette. I had met Lynette at the Madelia quilt shop at a time in the past. Lynette had never been to our home.
The fellows had a morning ahead of themselves solving the world’s problem and us gals were going to try to do a good job of our own. Lynette offered to take out the fresh coffee with a tin of cookies to the patio porch. She came back in laughing. Doug had always said he had coffee with Dennis in the garage. Lynette had envisioned the two fellows sitting off to the side of one of the vehicles. She was not expecting to find them in a cozy porch complete with surround windows to our backyard.
Lynette wanted to see the studio. Lynette doesn’t quilt, but she does paper crafting that often takes her to quilt shops that may carry small charms that she could use on her greeting cards. We had a wonderful visit. She left with several ideas for organizing her crafts. Their two story farmhouse allows for the physical room, but not great lighting or shelving.
At noon, when Doug came to check if Lynette was ready to leave, she commented that words had allowed for her to think Dennis had to spend a lot of time in a lowly garage drinking coffee next to a vehicle. Dennis countered with, “Noreen lives in our basement.” Both visuals are quite different than the rest of the story. Our guests left with the invite for us to come and visit at their home in rural Madelia. As Dennis had turned his tables for gun show events over to Doug, Dennis knows where they live. Sweet.
Dennis grabbed some noon lunch and went to pick up Dwayne for coffee. Dwayne had called earlier. He was ready and able to get out of their apartment. Moving into an apartment when he had been accustomed to his rural building site with various buildings to putter in is still being adjusted to.
I went into the studio and continued with some stitching. It had taken me some time to figure out how to quilt the nine inch borders on each end that allowed it to be a good sized rectangle for utility. Stitching the baffled look was easy to maintain straight lines. The project is shaping up. Two hours is about my limit of juggling the weight under the needle.
Tomorrow is hump day! It may be cool outside, but as we bid summer goodbye, may the fall season allow us to realize the blessings He has given us in these first nine months.