Fleeting Thoughts:
Today I felt as if I were living in a snow globe. Multiple times the sun would peek out and in a heartbeat the snow flurries were so dense the view across the street disappeared.
Today I felt as if I were living in a snow globe. Multiple times the sun would peek out and in a heartbeat the snow flurries were so dense the view across the street disappeared.
With all the tweaking that went on yesterday in the home it is officially the start of spring house cleaning. What better way to work the right shoulder that is now finished with physical therapy. The rest is up to me to strengthen the muscles that were impacted and running the vacuum seemed to be a good fit. After hitting all the upholstered furniture today and the heating vents and cold air returns the day can be deemed a success with a notice given to the rest of the dust bunnies that are still hiding.
Spring fix ups – ya gotta love them. An entire day doing things that had been looked at for so long they had become usual and customary. When the windows are too grimy with a film to see out of them clearly due to winter snows and winds the eye begins to travel to the far corners within the home. How long had this tangle of computer cords been there? Maybe the load could be lightened on the desk with a bit of rethinking. A little tweak here and a little tweak there with a full afternoon of extra hands that came with a lot of skill and the home feels like it has been tricked out. In fact it feels like new digs. The late spring that brought cold weather today happened for a reason. Life is sweet on Stauffer.
Dennis needed some parts for his garage and I rode along for a road date. When we left St. James it was quiet with the sun peeking out. It was a totally different ride on the way home. The wind gusts according to the local radio station we were listing to clocked the winds as high as 35 miles per hour. Even the Ford pickup felt the impact. With temps of 37 degrees this is really making the remaining snow shrink.
With winter being extended I had caught up on projects that I had lined up for the cold weather as well as recovery from surgery. A trip to the walk up attic was needed to store some extra items that we decided did not need to be under foot. It was meant to be. Just a glance at the sewing basket my Mom had given me decades ago jolted my memory. Ah-ha! There was my busy work as I would wait to be outside in the gardens. I am sure that project had been waiting to be re-discovered for a minimum of twenty years.

Busy work to finish out the last of winter.
The project found its way next to my favorite spot in the living room and it came with challenges. I have no idea if I will able to find the coordinating colors to match what has been started as the stash of balls in the sewing basket is far from what will be needed. This may need several road trips with hubby Dennis at the wheel. What size of crochet hook had I used? I did pick at it and I know that over the years my hands have changed with arthritis and I will need to find the correct tension of the yarn as it flows through my fingers after the correct hook is found.
The best part is that the vibrant colors do wonders for these late winter days that can be less than sunny. I know that finishing this will give me a lot of satisfaction. Unfinished projects don’t play out well, especially if they are found in the future by family that has no idea what my intentions were. Finding a home for it after it is finished will be the least of my challenges.
Hubby Dennis loved the raw asparagus with the fat free Blue Cheese Dressing.
Just about the time I think I can take off the winter quilt and flannel sheets and change them out for lighter weight bedding we are back in below freezing temps with winds that are really raw. It’s the time of the year when the little dust bunnies, aka: extra fuzz, from the flannel needs to cease. How many seasons of use does it take before the shedding of fuzz stops? Actually, in time they will be the lighter weight bedding for spring and summer. I am hoping by next week the snow under the clotheslines is gone and all the bedding can be hung out to bring in the fresh outdoor smell.
Today I had the same idea I had in the mid 1960s when we lived on the farm: back entryway floors should be wood slats with a pull out drawer under the slats to dump all the spring muck and dirt that gets dragged in.