A Difference
A few hours in my life can make a huge difference. Yesterday was a punkie day. I chose to go to bed at 8:30 last night and just close down. It didn’t bother me one bit that Dennis had the television on tuned in to 48 Hours, the cops and robbers show while bouncing between the solitaire wins and the gospel music on his laptop.
I got up once at 3:30 and went back to sleep. When the coffee pot went off at six this morning, I was awake and ready to start the day. The ole body had rejuvenated to some degree. The time in the studio today went much better.
I am working with Megan to put together a banket for her fellow, Jarrod. Incorporating the five stitched designs of the Congress of Eagles with printed patriotic panels for the 2026 celebration seemed like a fantastic way for a finish of the cross stitched items. It sure beats tucking them in a shoe box never to see the light of day again. I kept the time spent in the studio realistic.
It has been some time since the temperatures were mild enough to heat up the kitchen by putting the round blue speckled roaster in the oven to put forth a supper. Using up the 2% milk that is three days past the sell by date for instant mashed potatoes seemed like the perfect pairing. Waste not. . . want not.
Dennis has gone out to see his cousin Sam in Riverdale Township this afternoon. Sam and Maria don’t get out much and enjoy a visit. Sam’s mother and Dennis’ father were siblings.
The mention of siblings brings to mind that I should call my brother. I did call him on his birthday in June and he wasn’t too chatty. Try, try, try again.
With that I will take my leave. ♥