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  • Noreen 3:48 am on July 22, 2015 Permalink  

    I am almost afraid to say it for fear I will jinx it . . . another great July day to enjoy as we must be in between mosquitoes hatching with no humidity.

    We did have company for lunch. My sister, decades ago, mentioned she thought it would be fun to jaunt around the country in a tricked out camper. At the age of 77, she and her husband are living her dream in an RV motor home. I am totally happy for her. They have been moving about the southwest portion of the state, checking out sites, making notes as to which would be worth while revisiting. They had had no problems until they got to St. James, population 4,800. After two phone calls, with my sister noting that she had not paid attention to the times she visited and we would shop the main street, our address was finally plugged into their GPS. They missed morning coffee time, so we enjoyed their company for noon lunch. All and all, it was just an outstanding day.

    On a much different topic: just now, typing my blog, I couldn’t help but notice of a semi parked in front of our home. I could see the driver was checking out some written information. What interested me was what the semi trailer and tractor had on it for its logo: Tribal Express – A Native American Women Owned Business. Humph. After I finish here, I think I will Google this tidbit and read more.

    You can never tell what will pique this white haired writer’s interest or imagination.

     
  • Noreen 6:21 am on July 21, 2015 Permalink  

    Just a perfect July day. Even perfect days do not mean that I will spend the entire day on the patios. As rare as it is, the gardens have been weeded, the yards are newly mowed and trimmed. It is kick-back time on the patios.

    Several sessions in my sewing room needed to be fit into the day. The flurry of tying knots has begun on my scrappy quilt. Surgeon’s knots are preferred in the tying process, and my fingers need frequent breaks. Frequent breaks and hundreds of knots require me to be vigilant. Dennis is counting on this quilt, and what he considers weather cool enough to batten down can be sooner than most would think.

    I have been working on reading a book for some time. Book in hand I found the best spot on the back patio. This afternoon in the shade of the giant Maple there were some pages turned. As the breeze beckoned my eyelids to close, I did have to re-read some paragraphs. As I said, this was just a perfect July day.

     
  • Noreen 4:05 am on July 20, 2015 Permalink  

    What a great day. I did sleep until eight and awoke to Dennis having cinnamon rolls and fresh coffee on the dining room table. Dennis had been up since six and had all of the livestock chores taken care of. Cats and kittens need fresh water and food bowls filled and the Koi snap up the food sticks as they hit the water.

    I took a trip out to the far gardens as a test run to check for mosquitoes. Our lucky day, there were no biting bugs. I snapped in a freshly charged battery into the weed whip and began doing all the areas that Dennis can’t get to with the riding lawnmower. The trimming of the areas around the trees insures that the bark won’t get skinned with the mowers. It happens so easily and then all that you can do is smear the injured bark with grease.

    As I used our push mower on the front yard and the area north of the house, my mind wandered. The wandering thing happens to me many times in a day, but today, on a great day such as this is, I sent up prayers of thanks to my Lord. Dennis and I enjoy taking care of our home and we enjoy doing it together . . . many of our friends can no longer stay in the home of their choosing, or they have to hire all of the exterior work. Oh, we get weary, but weary is doable.

    Dennis knows what makes me just as happy as buying me jewelry, that is, if I wore it. One of my best birthday gifts was a brand new silage fork from Fleet and Farm to help with the gardens. This gardening season, I have 300′ of garden hose on the wind up hose reel Dennis picked out. All connections are secured and I can water and feed the gardens with a Miracle Grow hose adapter at will. This man knows how to keep his lady happy. As Dennis did the back part of the acre this morning, I had my area mowed and also had the gardens watered and fed, plus had the hose put up.

    Yup, dirty as I was, I am one happy Stauffer Avenue gal. I thank the good Lord and Dennis for making my days happy.

     
  • Noreen 4:55 am on July 19, 2015 Permalink  

    Today may break the heat and humidity. Our county fair has been on, but with the heat, that would be the last place you would find Dennis and me. In the comfort and relatively quiet of our home . . . we had an exceptional day.

     
  • Noreen 4:11 am on July 18, 2015 Permalink  

    It ended up being a busy Friday that felt like a Saturday. The morning air was nice and it was a chance for us to tidy up the porch. The neighbor’s Cottonwood tree is done shedding and the screens needed a good vacuuming. A few birds did their business in midair and of course it lands on the patio doors. Just like any good project, one thing led to another and here we are with a porch that is tidy and feels good to rock away in. I love my rocking chair.

    Snuggles has been pretty lucky snagging a bird now and then and, of course, he brings it into the porch for us to be proud of him. Dennis gets it into the garbage before Snuggles knows what has happened. His little nose goes crazy. Sorry Snuggles, there are no more little feathers floating around. Life on Stauffer is good, even in the heat and humidity.

     
  • Noreen 4:08 am on July 17, 2015 Permalink  

    I Do Have a Wish List 

    Who doesn’t have a wish list?  Mine is quite simple.  It involves  2″x 4″ and 1″ x 4″ lumber lengths.  It is called a wish list as it cannot come into fruition here on Stauffer Avenue. . . for lack of square footage.  Perhaps if we would ever move to a different location, I would be whipping out a tape measure to size up a room suitable for a quilt frame.   Dad made Mom the quilt frame that served her oh so well for as long as she could do full-size quilts.   A king sized quilt is 92″ x 102″ and this gives an idea as to what was needed for the frame.   The 2″ x 4s” were used for the longest length and they had holes drilled into them about every 5″ on the width side of the board.  The 1″ x 4s” were for the narrowest length of the quilt and also had holes drilled into them every 5″ into each end. Dad had made four wooden stands that were about waist high. The four boards were made into a rectangle held up by the stands and what held the frame together were long bolts that slid into the holes.

    The backing of the quilt, with the wrong side of the fabric facing up, was the first item held in place with thumbtacks on all four sides of the frame.  You can bet the frame was adjusted to ensure that there would be no slack or puckering.  You have heard of military beds checked so a tossed quarter would bounce off of the taut blankets . . . so was the quilt backing checked on Lena’s projects.  Much time was spent making sure the batting and the pieced quilt top was placed with as much care as possible.  A sprawling area for a quilting project was not to be had for Mom, but the quilt frame loaded with the goodies was set right over the dining room table. Dining room chairs were a good height to sit on while at the frame. Then began the many hours of intense handwork.  As the stitching went across the width of the quilt, there was no need to reach very far into the quilt, as a few thumbtacks were removed, the bolts came out of the holes and a 1″ x 4″ was rolled and the completed stitched area was out of the way, making for a new area to work.  The process of rolling and having the bolts to secure the adjusted size allowed for very little stress in the shoulders of reaching too far to be comfortable.

    I don’t have a quilt frame, but I do have two church tables sitting together, allowing for a flat area of 60″ x 90″.  I go through the same process of layering, using painter’s tape to secure a taut backing.  The batting and pieced top are put into place and thumbtacked down.  At one time it bothered me that I was putting tacks into the surface of these tables, but I had bought them to use.  In times past, I needed to secure all layers with safety pins . . . many, many safety pins of various sizes.   Not being able to reach under the quilt to tie or hand sew it, I wanted the three layers to be held in place as taut as possible.  Bending over the tables and pushing the safety pins in and then closing each one was difficult on the back as well as my less than straight fingers.

    Basting Gun

    The bag of pins is retired and the basting gun has
    really saved on the fingers and hands.

    I can say with huge relief that the bag of pins was retired when I discovered the basting gun.  Much like labels that are attached to garments when we purchase them, these basting pins are much shorter to allow for a tighter pinch in holding the quilting layers together.  Yes,  there is still a lot of bending over the tables, but the fingers get a much needed break.  This afternoon Dennis took a shift will the basting gun and he agreed, this is much easier and quicker than using pins.  This quilt has a high loft batting and will be tied with embroidery floss. The recommendation is for the knots to be placed four inches apart.  As I slide my hand beneath the quilt to guide the needle carrying the floss, there will be no chance of fabric shifting.

    Basting Base

    This plastic grid is slid along under the quilt layers to
    allow the basting gun to apply the tacks.

    This quilt is queen size and there is a secret in getting it tied: you don’t think about how many knots it will take to get the job done.  I don’t have a time frame and no doubt there will be breaks to help Dennis with the yard work, keep the house tidy, take care of laundry and keep the Curry Cafe going with meals.

    Quilting is either something you enjoy investing energy and time in, or . . . you shop for blankets and curse when you cut one of those nylon basting tacks and one end of it disappears and you find it later when the sharp end creeps out and pokes you.

    In life, please remember to give and have no remembrance of it, or take and remember it always.

     
  • Noreen 3:55 am on July 16, 2015 Permalink  

    I had a spurt of energy this morning hitting the porch with coffee in hand at 6:45. With the help of Butter Ball and Snuggles a few weeds were pulled before the alert went out to the mosquitoes that there was fresh meat out and about.

    This evening for supper, I am going to have my first bacon, lettuce, tomato sandwich on whole wheat toast of the season. I can hardly wait. While it was still cool out there were 2 lbs. of bacon being baked out in the oven. With restraint, that stash of bacon will serve us well for quite a few meals – whether bacon and eggs or for sandwiches. As I said, “restraint.” We have not had bacon for some time, and it sure smelled good as it was caramelizing in the oven.

     
  • Noreen 4:51 am on July 15, 2015 Permalink  

    Preparation is On! 

    Quilt Prep

    No, this is not a photo of the previous winter’s snow bank. I have quilt batting sprawled out to take away the crunch factor of being jammed into a small plastic bag. The next step will be putting it into the clothes dryer with multiple damp bath towels to assist getting the wrinkles out. In the foreground is the washed and dried flannel for the back of the quilt. This is the prep for the layering of my scrappy quilt top to progress into being a hum-dinger of a warm quilt for the upcoming winter.

    Scrappy Quilt Top (400x300)

     
  • Noreen 5:17 am on July 14, 2015 Permalink  

    Today was a day to be thankful that severe weather didn’t reach our portion of the state. I stayed up last night past my bedtime and kept an eye to the west, not a single lightning strike was seen.

    Dennis was on the highways this morning fetching supplies for nephew Brett’s concrete business. I, on the other hand, finally dressed for the day by 11:00 a.m. Oh, that’s right . . . I am retired. . . no need to get my undies in a bunch. Not to worry, nothing goes unattended or undone, I can pick and choose from yard work, house work or putz work in my sewing room.

    I do have empathy for those who need to labor in the heat and humidity. In times past, I and my brothers may very well have been stacking hay bales in the haymow on a day such as this, hustling at that before the next hay rack came into the yard. Looking back, it was hard work and I know my parents appreciated every bit that us kids could contribute.

     
  • Noreen 3:27 am on July 13, 2015 Permalink  

    I Believe 

    Three Gals

    In the photo: Carrie VanBeusekom, Kersten Schafer and me. Yesterday a gathering brought family and friends together. I believe as we got together to celebrate my sister-in-law’s retirement from nursing, it may well be marked as a new beginning for my family.
    I believe.

     
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