Watching
Everyone is watching the weather forecasts. No matter what radio station or what television station is tuned in . . . they are all saying pretty much the same . . . not good.
I have told my children if the weather is bad, if the roads are bad, if there is no clear window to allow them to leave their homes, spend several hours with us and then head home all in clear weather and good roads . . . please stay home.
There was a Thanksgiving decades ago when it was Kevin driving from New Ulm, Carrie driving from the metro and me welcoming them in St. James. It all began good but the snow moved in quickly. Kevin was the first to leave at dusk. Kevin called from New Ulm which is a 40 minute drive from St. James and urged Carrie to not start out to the metro as viability and the roads were treacherous. It was too late, she had just left St. James to travel the hour and a half. Both time frames for my kids were when the weather and roads were good. I was on pins and needles until I got her phone call. Both were home safe and sound.
Life is too short to want family to be in harms way. I would rather think about them, than read about them in the obits. There can always be another time to gather. There is no do-over.
On a lighter note, I dug out leftover velvet from the Santa project. The rich vibrant fabric is too good to leave unattended in storage. Besides . . . it’s been paid for, let’s see what can be whipped up. I am in my white on red phase. Pulling out trim from the goody stash, buttons pulled off the Fairfax button tree . . . we may just pull off some Christmas trims. Fun!
Dennis is cleaning up the garage area where he worked on his old time highchair. He is calling it . . . done. For never ever having refinished anything made out of wood, let alone multi-layers of oil based paint that I am sure had lead in it . . . he did well. Dennis wants to use a tack cloth to take off any dust before it comes into the sewing studio. Did I forget to mention? The staining and polyurethane processes are all mine. I have no problem with that. That won’t be as hard on my hands and shoulders . . . and neck than all the work that Dennis put in bringing it to bare wood.
Another day, another . . . good day.