What a Friday
What a busy Friday we have had.
This forenoon some friends from Madelia stopped in. Both Doug and Lynette are hunters. For a cup of coffee and cookies there was a trade off of some bear burger meat and a ring of bear bologna. Both are mixed with beef and pork at the time of processing. Their next hunt is in Wyoming. Lynette shared with me she is ready for some home time. Her hobby is Cricut paper greeting card crafting.
I headed out for PT at 11:30. The right spots have been found. It can best be explained as a roller ball on the hamstrings, that when worked on, Mike finds the spot where muscle meets tendon. There is no “uncle” allowed for the time that Mike T has me on the table. I will take whatever he has to dish out. I want this fixed in as short of a time as possible.
When I came out of the clinic, my cane needed to be planted securely as the winds were horrific. When I got home Dennis had had the Cub Lo Boy out and already put away from hitting the leaves in the backyard. It did a great job. That is until the last of the Maple leaves drop. The Northern Red Oak tree is hanging onto its leaves like this would be the last year it would put any out.
Our noon lunch was barely had when Dennis’ nephew drove up. Brett spent an hour with Dennis in the patio porch as Brett’s concrete business has really kept him hopping to finish jobs before the weather changes.
When the fellows had solved all the world’s problems, Brett came down to the studio to catch up with his fellow quilter . . . me. Brett spends his winters in his basement quilt studio. Brett has gone so far as having his own long-arm to finish his projects. It seems to be a good transition from pouring yards of concrete from early spring to this time of year. He knows if he runs short during a project, he can rattle my fabric stashes to pitch in.
The winds are still howling and we are set to spend a quiet weekend here on Stauffer. Sweet!