Unfinished is Done
A time ago, I prepared for Christmas. Certain people, young and old are remembered by me and my sewing machine. All was stitched up and tucked in a shoe box. The next step was getting mailers. There the process had stopped. I had gone on to get several quilts finished and one ready to seek and search for the backing. Then there was the quilt pattern I have not put out of my mind. Prep work on that has been completed with images printed onto 200-thread-count fabric via the ink jet printer.
Today the Christmas mailers and the goodies to be put inside were pulled out of storage. I have come to the conclusion that my address book needs serious work. My, oh my. It is a pocket reminder that has the date of 2002 imprinted on the cover. I have one from Kevin that has a more recent date on the cover and the pages are empty of any notes. Virgin territory. That sounds like a “need analysis” should be put in place. What I now have is “no” rhyme or reason. How sweet it would be if the names were by alphabetical. Quite a few need to be deleted, rest their souls. Haven’t I, in times past, made mention of not putting things off? Seriously. I did get all the mailers addressed, complete with return address. Right after Thanksgiving I will be toddling up to the post office and feeling good about being on track. No last minute crisis. With all the mailers ready to leave my sewing studio, I will feel free to tackle the next project.
When I have too many balls in the air, aka: unfinished projects in the sewing studio, it can almost grind me to a halt and I loose focus. The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
Dennis and I nailed down the drug insurance policy this morning to have a new company for the prescription drugs that we take. We are changing from Blue Cross/Blue Shield prescription drug policy to WellCare prescription drug plan. The premium of $15.30 premium per month is in lieu of $64.00 that we would have been paying per month. It will be a savings of over $500.00 during the course of the year just for myself. Our agent had really done a lot of work to make sure all would be covered for us. Special.
This evening is one of the first in a long time. I have no idea what will be the fare for supper. How brave am I! I am going to wing it. Actually, a bowel of Corn Flakes is a possibility. If needed, I did check for Dennis what the hours are at the Home Town Café. Everyone should be given a choice.