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  Noreen 4:55 pm on December 14, 2018 Permalink  

  Are you sure it wasn’t the first day of Spring today? It felt fantastic. If we have a complete weekend of these temperatures, we will be able to say goodbye to all the ice pack from the recent dump of snow.

  My main focus today was to attend a retirement party at the courthouse for a gal I had worked with in the past. It was enjoyable to stop in my old office and visit though there is only one employee remaining that worked there at the time since I retired. New faces and new personalities. As I was visiting, one of the realtors stopped in with forms that needed processing. As it turned out he was one of my old nemeses. When he saw me, he stopped short, “You’re not coming back are you?” I saw humor in it, he did not. We could never agree on what values were for selling properties compared to the values used for taxation. I just said, “Tom, it’s great to see you too.” The staff in the office didn’t know how to react. I went on to make the comment that in times past he and I had agreed to disagree.

  Later in the afternoon, I kept an appointment I had made with Curt, the chiropractor. Going back to a time this late fall, I had felt some less than good feelings across the back of my shoulders. At the time it was using the weed whip that had triggered it. In the recent past, the roof snow rake had spiked the same feelings. Curt is very familiar with my replacement parts, the shoulders and the knees, and works around them well. I will be going back on Monday for another treatment. I had thought the discomfort was in my neck, not so. I do need to realize that there are some things I need to take a pass on. Hmm. That might be a good resolution in the 2019 year.

   
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  Noreen 5:18 pm on December 13, 2018 Permalink  

  Today was road trip day for the two older ones on Stauffer Avenue. Yesterday all was well, not a problem on the horizon. Today I knew immediately that a hair cut was needed. It was just a tuff of unruly white. How can that barometer change so quickly! Dennis always has a cap available. He is ready to go from zero to 60 in a flip of a wrist and the cap is on his head. I, on the other hand, am not that fortunate.

  It wasn’t a bad idea to get me away from all tasks that would involve the right wrist. Ya . . . like that is really going to happen? I have tried very hard to give the wrist a total time out to only fail. Perhaps the best thing is to take a ride with Dennis and tuck the right hand into the pocket of my jacket and chill.

  It was a good day to be out on the highway as long as the headlights and fog lights were on. The road surfaces were clear.

  We stopped for a few groceries at Sam’s. Cat food and cat litter is always needed for the four footed crew. A 24 lb. bag of Meow Mix is a good buy at Sam’s. Dennis has had a bit of the flu bug and we made sure we had Pepto in the mix of items. He dang near passed out when he went to the convenience store last night and came home with a 4 oz. bottle at $5.48. Oh . . . did I forget to mention that Dennis is economically challenged. He is getting better at the realization of what groceries cost, but a convenience store is perhaps not the best choice to buy taxable. Today he got his Pepto for $.43 per oz. instead of the $1.37 per oz. We like to check out our own groceries so we can corral them into reusable bags and not have them tossed willy nilly into the cart at the will of the checker gal. Dennis does a great job of putting items in the cart with the bar codes showing and his scanning of the items go quickly.

  We are home safe and sound with not a want in the world. I got a fantastic hair cut at Great Clips. Dennis doesn’t look too bad either. We are looking sharp going into the count down for Christmas.

   
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  Noreen 4:17 pm on December 12, 2018 Permalink  

  Today’s World 

  Today at noon we each had a cup of soup.  We do try to catch the noon television news from Mankato.  Not a lot to write home about as far as any positive feelings.  Federal or state news always centers around what should have been done, what could have been done.  Dennis commented that people our age dropped the ball years ago when we didn’t come forward to speak up about the issues or try and buck some of the issues.  Our soup almost got cold as we threw around some comments.  Our lack of strength in earlier years is part of today’s world.

  Both of us knew that when we had jobs we hung onto them for dear life.  We didn’t ruffle the feathers of those who were in charge for fear of repercussion.  In today’s world, there is the possibility that a voice can be heard and it may even garner support to make improvements.  Dennis and I are concerned and disappointed that our children have not been left a very kind world.  I cannot imagine myself being out in today’s working world.  I do not believe I would be strong enough to chuck a job and try a new avenue of employment.  Security has always been important to me then and now.  

  I reminded Dennis the experience I had had about twenty years ago.  My four year appointment was coming up at work.  I worked for the county but the Minnesota Commissioner of Revenue signed the appointment upon a positive review.  Yup . . . I had totally gone off on one of the county commissioners that wanted to implement a policy for my office that was not appropriate, let alone legal by the regulations set by the state.  As the review process was under way, I was contacted by a representative of the department of revenue.  I did not have the unanimous vote for reappointment by the county commissioners of the county.  “Noreen, what seems to be the problem with your interaction and willingness to work with the board of commissioners?”  I did sweat bullets during the process.  My future depended on that job.  I didn’t feel very secure.  The issue did get resolved and I received the appointment for the next four years.  It did stay on the record that it was not an unanimous appointment.

  It has been proven to me time after time that many people just chuck the security of a known job and go out there and take a stab at something new.  I marvel at that.  My wiring doesn’t acknowledge that option. More power to them.  

  Our soup was enjoyed and we each went about what we wanted to get accomplished for the afternoon.  Dennis ran some errands up town and I cleared off the dining room table and went about putting my afghan blocks together.  I sat at the table working, feeling secure in my home with Dennis.

   
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  Noreen 4:09 pm on December 11, 2018 Permalink  

  Gray skies have become the normal. Dennis has had a full social day. He popped back in at Noon for lunch to do the dishes that were in the sink and then away he went. I brought up the crocheted blocks onto the dining room table. A good solid table to sit up to and the window light, though no sunshine, is still better than the overhead lights in the sewing studio. Plus, it’s nice to have the Christmas tree lights on.

  I am slowly weaving my blocks together and I do mean slowly. As I have had a few more birthdays, I find my patience has grown beyond belief. Well . . . maybe only for those things that are sewing studio related. That mellow feeling is bound to carry over to the world that lies beyond my basement steps. The world can only hope that to be true.

   
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  Noreen 3:46 pm on December 10, 2018 Permalink  

  There was Something Lurking 

  Over the last several days the sewing studio has really been finishing up some great projects.  It was a great feeling knowing that there were no UFOs, aka: unfinished projects. This morning I came down and was about to turn on all the lights when I felt something lurking.  I pushed the feeling aside.  I knew I had about 45 minutes before I would have to head upstairs and swap out the laundry from the washer to the dryer.  There was a pattern I had dug out to use some of my darker scraps for a scrappy quilt top.  The 45 minutes flew by and laundry was calling.

  My habit is to put the laundry in the dryer and then get out enough clothes hangers as to what the laundry load required.  Getting the shirts out of the dryer and immediately hanging them up has just about done away with any pressing.  As I walked into the closet, the feeling of something lurking was strong . . . about as strong as sniffing a jug of vinegar.   And . . . there it was.

  A bright red shopping bag.  A bright red shopping bag that used to sit beside my favorite chair in years past.  A bright red shopping bag that got moved once upon a time to make room for a family gathering.  It got moved right into recesses of the closet.  The bag had sat next to my chair so each night I could crochet a block for a future afghan.   Each block was crocheted with a different pattern.  Where had the years gone?  I believe the moment I was patting myself on the back for having finished all of my started projects, the bright red shopping bag had an opening to get it to the forefront of my mind.  It had done the trick.

  

  Blocks of many patterns that have stood the test of time to be joined for a finished lap robe.

  I brought the bright red shopping bag down here into the sewing studio.  It was rather like opening a mysterious gift.  Sure enough.  There were 24 completed blocks.  Perhaps enough yarn in the bright red shopping bad to make just as many more.  It did make me sad.  Over the last five years, I have not been able to use my right wrist as I once had.  The orthopedic surgeon said the wrist is much like the cone for the ice cream, meaning the hand, to sit upon it.  My ice cream had slipped off of the cone.  I can do many things with my right wrist, just not as well as I used to.  I have learned to eat soup with my left land.  I have learned to use my left hand often when the right hand tells me “Sorry lady, not today.”

  We are not crying over spilled milk, or for that matter, yarn that may not be used for crocheting.  I fired up the steam iron and gave each precious block a bit of steam for them to be blocked.  I will weave the blocks together with the remaining yarn and it will make a wonderful lap robe.  That wonderful lap robe, less the bright red shopping bag, will be right next to my favorite chair.  In thinking about all the crocheting I have done since I was a young bride in Riesel Texas, I have nothing that I saved for myself . . . up until now.  Orlin had taught me to crochet after we were married, living in Riesel, Texas, to help me pass some time being so far from family.  Oh for great memories.  There will be no more feelings of lurking to be had.

   
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  Noreen 4:56 pm on December 9, 2018 Permalink  

  A day as I have had in the sewing studio couldn’t be planned at any time, any day. Megan texted and asked how much fabric was left when she had done Nicholas’ comforter when she visited over Thanksgiving. That headed me to the sewing studio with tape measure in hand. Many “What if” . . . “How about” ideas ensued.

  It is the end of the day and Megan and I nailed it via text messages. I don’t know about how much data it entailed in texting and responding to photos. I do know that there is not any Harry Potter fabric left to speak of and Nicholas will be having a pillow case for his regular sized bed pillow and will also be having a throw pillow. I will need to get an actual 18″ x 18″ pillow for the day’s work to shine. That throw pillow has more pieces spliced together than I had cups of coffee today and . . . that is a whole bunch.

  The last photo I texted to Megan today had the “P.S.  . . . I will get that spot of blood out of the fabric before the end of the day.” It cracked her up when I texted that I had literally spilled blood, sweat and tears on his impromptu project for Christmas. Talk about a fun day with this young gal that I cherish. How could this Grammie have been so fortunate to have a granddaughter that Dennis and I have grown up with and learned so much from. Absolutely Priceless! I closed down the sewing studio with a song in my heart. I want more of days such as this. I will contend with many less than great moments in my aging life, if I may have more of “this!”

   
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  Noreen 5:01 pm on December 8, 2018 Permalink  

  Earlier today we had unexpected company from the North land. Dennis’ son-in-law is going to have hip surgery right before Christmas. This was to be their last road trip prior. It was a welcomed visit.

  I just got done cleaning up the sewing studio. Just another five minutes to finish up a challenge but it was time to walk away. I measured once. I measured twice. I cut carefully. I trimmed narrowly. Dennis would come down and give his nod that it was all coming together. The last five minutes will keep until tomorrow. It’s time to get supper going and let the sewing studio lights dim to a warm fuzzy feeling . . . literally.

  Dennis has a bit of a cold that needs tending. Chili sounds like a good hot meal. I also have a kettle on the kitchen stove. Not much water with just a well rounded teaspoon of Vicks. Mom always said that inhaling a bit of warm Vicks vapors would help and thus far Mom was right on. Besides it’s not a bad aroma in the kitchen. This is not the time of the season for the ole cowboy to be under the weather, but a good time for him to spend some time under the towel tent inhaling Vicks.

   
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  Noreen 4:55 pm on December 7, 2018 Permalink  

  Hey – I’ve got it Covered 

  

  Regardless of how this looks . . . Hey! I’ve got it covered. I have several items going at one time in the sewing studio. Surprisingly, it’s all coming together. One of my projects is totally new to me. I have a video I am able to play as I go. The video from start to finish on the project is a little over two hours long. I mean, it goes from step one to the finished product at the end of the two hours. I am a bit behind. This was my second full day. Thank the Good Lord for the pause button. Tomorrow is another day. I don’t want to mess up. My hardware for the project came today, perfect timing from Amazon. As luck would have it, I had needles for weight such as denim. I have all the time it will take. All our mailings have been delivered to their intended recipients. In total Dennis ironed out 84 feedsack dishtowels for sets of seven each after I laundered them. Half went to the Curry girls and the other half went to my nieces and niece-in-laws. Not to worry, the sewing machine was oiled and cleaned often in between all the stitching. Yup, Dennis and I have Christmas covered. By the way, Dennis found another Christmas wreath to pop onto the patio porch wall. What an elf!

   
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  Noreen 6:08 pm on December 6, 2018 Permalink  

  Dennis has the Spirit 

  For my part the day really went fast.  I had put out the bulletin that today was sewing studio day.  I had put on the back burner starting a new project . . . today was the day!

  Dennis went about helping out our large shrub on the northwest corner of the house.  The 12″ of snow had literally brought it down to its knees.  When we met up for lunch, I peeked out the living room window.  It had its boughs lifted as if to say “Thank you, thank you!  We bid each other “See ya later” and we parted ways setting suppertime about 5:30.  I never want to take a spurt of energy for a sewing project for granted.

  

  It is definitely beginning to look like Christmas here on Stauffer Avenue. The six foot tall 50-year-old Santa came by way of the Fairfax kids, knowing it wouldn’t stay in the box over the Christmas season if Dennis had his say.

  I knew what I had planned for supper so I pushed the envelope right to the limit at 5:15.  As I made my way up from the basement, what to my wondering eyes did I see through the window of the back door?  Dennis had put up the four foot wreath on the west side of the garage.  That wreath has been hung in the peak of the car garage for quite a few years without being brought out.  I couldn’t believe that the lights were in working order.  Oh course, the ole cowboy was strutting his stuff about the time I was going to congratulate him.  Rightfully so, he should feel good about it.  It has been wonderful seeing him continue to find things to keep busy.  The recliner has been having separation anxiety.   This is going to be a great year end here on Stauffer Avenue.

   

   
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  Noreen 3:35 pm on December 5, 2018 Permalink  

  Winter on Stauffer 

  Not all aspects of snow and winter are bad.  I remember my days when Orlin and I were farming.  The only way to get through some aspects of winter was to make fun out of the work.  Orlin got a kick out of me when I would clean the gutters in the dairy barn.  It was my pride and joy when I had the last carrier loaded with manure and pushed it out of the barn to the huge manure pile in the cow yard. I got to sprinkle lime on the walk way and make everything clean and white . . . for a time.  Hey . . . it got me through the less than glamorous chores.  It also taught me that chores are a necessary portion of the life that we have to enjoy.  Wouldn’t have missed a single day of those farming days.  The memories are and will always be sweet.

  Today, Dennis and I both shopped together for our Christmas present to each other.  We checked out the options in Fleet Farm.  I tried out several.  Dennis tried out several.  Which maneuvered the easiest.  Which choice pushed fairly easily along the aisles.  Some options were heavy.  Some options had wood handles.  We both decided on the one that was easy to handle and lightweight.  It also was easy on the eyes.  WE have a new snow pusher!!  It’s going to replace the older gray one.  I doubt that the old gray one will hit the garbage at this time.  The old one still has some wear left in it . . . as long as the screw that is holding the handle on survives.  Dennis and I will just be able to do a push in tandem down the driveway.  I believe we can’t complain as the gray one was purchased ten years ago.  Just as decades ago, I plan on making fun out of the snow that I am sure is still to come.  The best part is the snow that I push will disappear in time to come, not like the barn chores product that had to be moved again to make room for more.  

  Not all things “winter” are bad.  Last night when I was getting the house ready to be shut down for the night, I couldn’t believe how beautiful the sight was out of the west porch windows.  The street light hit the awning just perfectly to be a backdrop of some of the snow that had become ice sculptures.  Winter has much to offer.  Winter has much to be enjoyed.  I can still see winter through the eyes of the child that still dwells in me.  Priceless.