Brisk
It did feel brisk outside this afternoon.
KNUJ was keeping me informed where a rain shower might be.
Oh my gosh! This morning as we were getting up at eight, I heard a lawnmower. It was Jan mulching out their leaves and ours. What an elf!
I spent time in the studio trying out a design with metallic thread. The top thread broke several times before I hunted down a needle for metallic threads. Again, several times the top thread broke. There are three different spindles for the thread to be fed to the tension disks. Spindle one and two . . . the top thread broke. Spindle three was the winner. The small design stitched out so well, I did a second design.
Dennis took note that Jan had left with her gray car. That gave the two of us time to take our prepared “door knocker” over to her back door.
Jan has helped out with picking up blown down branches to put in either our burn ring or hers. The leaves of this season have been mulched to the nth degree. Dennis got a Casey’s card and we attached it to an embroidered Christmas towel complete with a ribbon to hang it from her inside door handle. Good deed done for the many of Jan’s good deeds.
The air is brisk. We are having a poor man’s oven meal. A bag of prepared shredded seasoned potatoes, sell by date November 18th, with a thawed container of meat-heavy chili mixed in. I am tempted to put some, whatever I find in the refrig, shredded cheese over it.
With that I will take my leave.