Gloomy Day

The air is heavy.  

Last night after I had gone to bed, I knew I would not be staying there.  The restless legs were jumping.  The best thing is to try and walk it off.  It doesn’t happen often so there is no reason to add angst to it.  I didn’t feel like I was alone.  Our county fair is in progress and the loud-speakers on the grandstand were really barking and the breeze carried the noise north, as well as the sound of the event that had a lot of horsepower behind it. I hope they had a good turnout.

I got up at six this morning for a bathroom trip and decided to lay back down for just a little bit.  I awoke at 9:45.  Hmm.  Dennis was in his recliner napping as well.  It was one of those mornings when it felt as if I was retired with no schedule to rush for.  Dah!

After I had my self-allotted 1.5 cups of coffee, it was time to take part in the day.  If I partake of the day, I also need to participate in the day.

When I got into the studio, I was just in time to hear the news of the day on KNUJ.  Nothing serious going on there.  I do have a project that will be in the works soon.  I do like to keep busy. My strategy is to make an assessment of what I want the end goal to be.  Making sure I have all my supplies before I get serious as anything missing needs a haul to Mankato, or in this case an order from Amazon.

Many times, those that visit the studio, remark on how wonderful it is to have the two church tables to work from.  What makes it even better is that my sewing table has the ability to be raised high enough to put it on a level playing field of the church tables.  Add to that, a multiple amount of weights to manage where I would like a project to remain while I work with it.

Lots of food for thought.  With that the studio went dark and will stay dark until the mail delivers the missing element.

Our neighbors to the south have planted several Sunflowers last year.  This spring, they let all the volunteers from last year’s seeds to propagate around the front of their house.  I really feel sorry for the mail-carrier wading through dozens of plants that are now six feet tall to get to the front door’s mail box.  I think it could be a case where it was decided that the mail delivery was being compromised.  Several blossoms have opened.

With that I will take my leave.  ♥