Heavy Air
This is Friday and we may be in store for a thunderstorm or two.
Today, I stayed on the first floor of our home. It was a day where I stayed quiet in my bedroom porch. My body was resting, but my mind, as always, is curious and busy.
I enjoy what I can glean via YouTube. Stitching and quilting from around the world is there for me to seek and search. New ways of doing the same old. I remain intrigued by watching what others are quilting. I do not believe I have another quilt in me. I may continue piecing quilt tops from my stashes for the ladies at the church to finish up. It’s hard to put by the wayside the threads and fuzz completely. It no longer temps me to visit a quilt shop to touch and feel the newest fabrics. Been there and done that.
I admit my energy level here within my own home is all I could ask for. From eight in the morning to nine in the evening, I can still pack in a good day’s effort, though a bit slower than in times gone by. I enjoy keeping our home tidy. Navigating the stairs to the studio does not pose a challenge: that’s where my passions lay.
I do enjoy my stitching in my bedroom porch. On my list is a visit to Michael’s in Mankato for a piece of foam board. I have the dimensions written down for the two pieces I will purchase. I have the Quaker Christmas II that I stitched, that I will stretch onto one of the foam boards. The Santa’s of days gone by are taking a break from our living room. I am ready for a change.
I did go to the grocery store this afternoon. I was actually seeking and searching a certain soup brand of bean soup. Both Dennis and I really enjoy it as a break from the chicken noodle. No such luck today . . . try, try again another day. I picked up several items for Dennis’ breakfast box that he takes out to the patio porch each morning with his coffee. I no longer do any baking from my kitchen other than the occasional tray of frozen cinnamon rolls. Looking 89 in the mirror, Dennis likes his sweets and who am I to withhold them. Sweets and cigarettes have not taken him down thus far, so let the man enjoys what he likes. I, on the other hand, am capable of making my own choices out of the grocery store. I kind of like the readings from my last workup at the clinic.
We are having some wonderful cold chicken sandwich spread that I made up from leftover rotisserie chicken. Of course it has chopped onions in it. A cup of hot soup will accompany it.
With that I will take my leave. ♥