A Day of Good Feelings

Dennis was up and at it to be in place at his favorite spot for coffee . . . McDonald’s.  It does him a world of good to kibitz with those that can share what their days bring.

Dennis had barely driven out of the yard when I had company in the sewing studio.  Very unexpected but surely was welcomed and enjoy.  Nothing serious going on but sharing ideas and picking each other’s curiosity in all things fuzz and threads.  It was almost Noon when Dennis popped home and he shared some thoughts with my visitor about all things fuzz and threads.  Dennis has been down in the sewing studio long enough and often enough that his thoughts give credence.

This afternoon, I decided to check over our tax returns for one final peek.  Nothing had changed but I felt better refreshing everything in my mind before I got the checkbook out to write out the amounts due to the state and federal.  Sigh!  At suppertime Dennis had the privilege of putting the postage stamps on and also the inked return address on the envelopes.  A team effort.

I am no further in my endeavor to begin a new project.  Quite a few quilt books are out on the church tables with bookmarks in some.  I am on the trail.  Would you believe in all of my studio stashes, I do not have two-sided fusible web.  How could that be!  Dennis has the first Wednesday of the month luncheon in Mankato tomorrow.  I am riding shotgun to make a short visit to JoAnn’s while he is at lunch.   It will be my first visit to JoAnn’s for the 2020 year.  Felling pretty good about that. 

Over time my thinking gets muddled.  It’s also called ruminating.   I cannot believe how fast time has gone over the year.  Many challenges have been met with just as many sleepless nights at times.  We have made it through those challenges and come out on the other end in good stead ready to take what comes.  From my point of view . . . feelings don’t cripple us, feelings don’t debilitate our spirits.  Maintaining good health is where it is all at.  Our healthy bodies visit regularly with our minds to keep us on track to know that we are children of the Old Adam.  It was never meant to be a walk in the park.

Mid 40s tomorrow.  Gotta love it.