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  Noreen 2:08 pm on April 8, 2025 Permalink  

  A Tuesday, the 8th 

  It is a Tuesday and It has been productive.

  First floor saw local effort with laundry.  Not all that difficult to push buttons.  Dennis does the deep dive into the washer’s base to get it into the dryer, a few more buttons.  We can only access the lid of the washer from the left.  It’s a hefty reach for my left harm and hand.

  On to the studio.  Today was the day to build a quilt batting for my purple quilt.  Years ago, I would sit and whip stitch pieces of quilt batting together to reach the desired size.  Then a tip from another quilter clued me into the fusible tape.  Wonder of wonders.  It made such easy work of using up from the stashes.  I keep it handy for any time I need a little assistance holding two items together as it will tear off if the heat has been minimal.

  Butting up two freshly cuts of the edges allows for applying the tape to be ironed on.  A pressing cloth is required.  Of course with weight of any kind on the ironing board, two pieces butted up to each other don’t play nice.  As I don’t throw too much away if there is any chance it still has utility in my studio, I found the solution.  Weights do come in handy while allowing me to get the tape positioned with the pressing cloth on top of that and wrangling the hot iron.  My, my.  The end result is that there is ample quilt batting for the quilt top and the backing to be centered.

  That completed process drove me to shut down the studio.  I had been on my feet through the forenoon and early afternoon.  When everything has been assembled for the job, why stop . . . just get it done.  The remaining said supplies can be put up and away.  It’s then a joy to come back and see the studio anew. 

  Tomorrow I have PT at 8:30.  We then will be traveling to Mankato as Dennis has an appointment with the foot surgeon as a double check of his feet.  The skin on Dennis’ feet is thin enough a powder puff could do injury.  We do want to stay on top of that.  That appointment is at 3:15.  I have not been out and about in . . . forever, so I have a few stops I would like to make.  I know myself well enough, doing a blog posting will wait until Thursday.

  With that I will take my leave.  ♥

  
  

   
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  Noreen 2:47 pm on April 7, 2025 Permalink  

  Happy Monday 

  Monday with the sun makes for a good start.

  I spent some time in the studio this forenoon.  A quilt top is done and pressed.  Out came the case that looks as if it could hold several long guns.  I am not sure where I purchased the buffalo plaid zipper case.  It is a good spot for all the quilt batting leftovers.  The next process will be patching together enough of like batting to be put into service for this 54″ x 74″ quilt top.  I have the lightweight paper adhesive to get this task done. 

  Both Dennis and I are home from our medical appointments, Dennis to Mankato and me out to our clinic for PT.  Dennis need not go back for an injection to the left eye until June 30th.  I have appointments twice a week out at PT until April 18th.  Mike is not giving up on getting the hard ball of tightness out of the high right hip area.  I am not giving in to some temporary discomfort by Mile’s elbow.  It’s either this or better.  I choose to believe I will have better mobility when Mike is done with me.  Would-a, should-a, could-a.  I left this go for too long and everything, tendons and muscles, nestled in and were running the show.  

  As I look out my bedroom porch window, the robins are having a field day pecking through the tangle of winter’s grass looking for the elusive bug or two.

  This evening it is a quick supper of Texas toast waffles and sausages.  Dennis and Denise went out to lunch in Mankato, so this seems to be an easy fix for Grammie.

  With that I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:28 pm on April 6, 2025 Permalink  

  Sunny Sunday 

  Hello Peeps on this sunny Sunday!

  I am taking a break here in my studio.  The purple quilt has been in the wings long enough.  I may not take it to the finish this week, but every stitch takes me closer.  The quilt top is now 54″ wide.  I will need to add five inches to each end for a finish of 54″ x 74″.  It is the size for a lap cover-up as I sit in my rocker.  The key to that is sitting still in my rocker long enough to need cover.  You never know when that might be the norm.  It sure isn’t for now.  Many more stints here in the studio before there will be any covering up of any kind.

  As I am in the studio, I hear our sump pump kicking in from time to time.  That is not surprising considering the inch of rain we received last weekend.

  Yesterday as I was in the grocery store I couldn’t help but notice their display of the Peeps candy in all the colors of the rainbow.  That prompted me to call my brother Calvin.  Peeps were his favorite candy this time of the year.  Calvin is doing well if not a bit subdued compared to his time in Decorah.  In the healthcare facility that he is in, there seems to be quite a few free-standing buildings.  Calvin is one of the six men in his building of assisted living.  Calvin is the youngest.  Calvin will be 78 in this calendar year.  He understands that for his son Eric to stay on top of his dad’s life, the distance from Duluth to Decorah, Iowa, was not doable.  I can very easily visit with Calvin as he does have his views on politics.  Now there . . . is a lot to chit chat about.  Keeping in touch will continue.

  Today was a visit with Aunt Janet in Brownton.  Amazingly her and I are just a bit over ten years a part.  She asked me how old I was this last week when it was my birthday.  She knew she was getting on in years, but she had forgotten that nieces also get on.  Her and I always have plenty to visit about.  She enjoys being in her own home and I can totally understand that.  I like my home also.

  The house first floor smells of the fresh cinnamon rolls I had baked from a frozen state.  It takes about five hours for them to thaw under a piece of cellophane.  I already have potatoes in the kettle ready to boil and chicken tenderloins drying under paper towels to pan fry.  Add to that a package of steam-able vegetables . . . supper is on in high cotton.

  Tomorrow I have PT at 1:45.  Dennis has an eye injection in Mankato at 10:45.  Daughter Denise is taking her dad to the Mankato appointment.  Cutting it too close for comfort if one small glitch happens.  Denise and her dad most likely will have lunch in the big city.

  I think I have one more seam in me today in the studio.  Slow but sure wins every time.

  With that I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:22 pm on April 5, 2025 Permalink  

  Today is Saturday 

  Today is Saturday, the 5th of April.  More importantly is was spa day for the folks on Stauffer Avenue.

  Five blocks to the west of our home was the location.  Maria blocks off two hours for Dennis and myself.  It is the peace that passes all understanding.  In years past we would go to Mankato for the pedicures.  It was so worth it as I can no longer twist my arms and hands to reach all ten toes.  What’s the point if only six of the ten get done.  Dennis’ feet were too tender for me to tackle them.  With Maria having an LPN nursing license as well, it is the perfect match for well trimmed toes, a massage of legs and feet and a once over of healthy legs and feet.  Dennis likes a short haircut and Maria does not disappoint.  For me . . . I am grateful for any haircut that I can manage over a month’s time.

  As long as we were out styling and profiling, a stop at the grocery store came next.  A canon could have been shot off in the store and not hit anyone.  For a weekend, it was very quiet.  A nice sunny day as we have, the exodus out of town does happen.  I am not above having Banquet frozen dinners in our freezer.  Sometimes a Grammie, just doesn’t feet like starting from scratch.  Dennis’ activity level reaches from zero to ten on some days and to pop a meal in the microwave works.  On those evenings I like my hot bowl of flax meal and oatmeal with a side of cinnamon.

  There is smoke rolling over the tree tops in several directions.  Grilling season is here.  At a time in the past, Dennis and I had a small grill.  It became too much prep for a simple hamburger.  Dennis refuses to eat in McDonald’s.  I save my tastebuds for a time when we are in Mankato and visit Culver’s. 

  Speaking of Mankato, I have not had any retail therapy in a very long time.  Maria mentioned that she does check out JoAnn’s as the distribution centers for JoAnn’s are closing and they then restock the stores until inventory is depleted.  Maria does a lot of crocheting.  She has since learned to shop online for the brands she likes.  Just as the fabric I had ordered from New York City’s fabric warehouse, there are available contacts for yarn as well. 

  The wind continues to clatter the wind chimes.  Always a wind.

  With that I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:22 pm on April 4, 2025 Permalink  

  And . . . 

  And just like that the week is winding down.  Sunshine, clouds, rain or snow April is on the move.

  Last Sunday, Kevin and Kersten got a huge tote out and down from the attic.  The contents were put in front of me for decisions to be forthcoming and the tote went home with them.  It has been a good thing to review what I have clung to all these years.  Very little was thrown away.  Anything that was washable has been through the laundry.  If anyone needs gently used towels of various sizes or terry cloth table coverings . . . it is all in a bag, tied shut and labeled.

  Several clothing items of mine from the late 40s got freshened.  I knew I had been saving a large sturdy flat box for a reason.  Those items are folded with white tissue paper complete with a bit of history included.  Up on a shelf in the studio for now.

  Until the next time when someone visits, the attic is off limits to me.  The steps are steep.

  PT went well this morning.  I was feeling as if Mike’s fist was still in the small of my back when I got home.  More appointments for next week.  After all, where am I going?  If I do have plans to go somewhere in the future, God willing, I will be able to go with less physical discomfort.

  Nobody ever said we would get out of this world without feeling the reactions of the actions that we had put our bodies through.

  I did get a late birthday wish from a fellow from long ago.  John worked for the revenue department and has always stayed in touch, wishing me a good ride for another trip around the sun.  Priceless.

  It is a breakfast meal for our supper this evening.  Nothing beats eggs and all the fixings.

  With that I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 1:58 pm on April 3, 2025 Permalink  

  Tid-Bit 

  I will share an interesting tid-bit from last night’s supper.  Sometimes when I am heating something in the microwave that contains some liquid, I will set the dish on an ample sized potholder so I can easily grasp it.  Last night it was green beans.  Though I do drain the can of most of the liquid, there remains enough to keep the dish moist.  I was facing the kitchen range with my back to the green beans heating in the microwave.  Hmm.  I could smell something.  I turned around and there was a small flame in the microwave.  Opened that door in a hurry while then lifting the green bean dish out.  The potholder I had chosen was a crocheted one with the tiniest bit of a variegated thread that was metallic gold.  Just enough of a metal to cause the problem.  The potholder went into the sink and then I followed up by pitching it in the garbage.  Talk about freak circumstances.  The decades old potholder . . . no more.  Though I don’t leave the microwave unattended, this instance drove that home a bit harder. 

  Today was studio day.  Not to sew but to make preparations for sewing.  I have and had been doing some embroidery for family members when they visit.  Saturday when the last towel was done, I turned off the sewing machine as well as the lights.  Today the sewing machine was given oil, a new needle and checking for any wayward fuzz in the thread cutters.  I made sure to watch myself when choosing the options for the cleaning of the cutters.  New needles are so affordable via Amazon.  It does make the difference in a good outcome versus problems with tension.  Kelly from Creative Stitches in Bird Island clued me in that I don’t mess with the tension if I give my machine the love it is due . . . often.

  With that I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:37 pm on April 2, 2025 Permalink  

  Another Day 

  This is Wednesday.  I think it is another good day here on Stauffer Avenue.

  I am feeling positive results from PT that took place yesterday.  One session at a time. I am keeping up with the home exercises that I have been given.

  Dennis met his new primary doctor this morning.  After one, two and three of his previous primaries have left our Mayo facilities, it was getting down to the wire for his options.  I totally understood why Dennis didn’t want the Hindu gal.  His primary is now a gal that has a rural farming background.  He and she can easily relate to each other.  That is important to the dialog needed for patient/doctor.  The end result after the meet and greet, lab blood work, etc.  Dennis need not go back until six months.  Very good news indeed. 

  I think today’s rain may be leaving puddles here, there and everywhere.  This type of washing off of the winter’s high intensely constant wind grime was needed. 

  I can also add that with the IRS pulling its warranted payment from our checking account yesterday morning at the stroke of twelve a.m. our economy is sound and stable.  Ya . . . right.  I am hoping 2025 brings the cessation of social security being included in taxable income for taxes . . . again. 

  In today’s mail, came yardage from New York City.  The purple quilt I have in the works needed a color and patterned fabric, I just did not have.  As luck would have it what I did have still had a bit of the salvage on it.  Onto the world wide web I went.  Benartex fabric brand with the fossil fern printed design was still attainable after what I had purchased over ten years ago.  It does pay to seek and search.  This purple based color-way is going to be the last of the borders where I had used all I had of the pink to mauve color-way.  I love it when a plan comes together. 

  The next PT for me is Friday.  That is the extent of what is on the calendar for this first week in April.

  With that I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 1:52 pm on April 1, 2025 Permalink  

  Grr! 

  The wind from the southeast was horrific.  Grr!  Again I was at Lewis Drug noting the wind.  There was no way I could get around having it target my car.  I can’t do the drive-through as the left arm doesn’t do reaching through an open window and reaching.  No . . . I knew what I was up against with the wind not allowing the door to open easily and when I came back to the car, I nicely backed through the open door for my butt to find the seat.  Grr!

  When I got to PT, Mike wanted a re-cap of how things were since last week.  Upper right hip burned as if on fire.  The chine of my right leg was or felt as if it were numb.  That’s all he needed to hear.  Forty five minutes later I was lucky enough to see through the discomfort to make it out to my car.

  Dennis had a noon snack and hot coffee waiting for me when I got home.  Dennis had done his good deed and taken his friend Dwayne for McDonald’s coffee and then a drive around the county.  Dwayne and Dennis graduated together and used to go roller skating and old time dancing together.  A lot of history.  With Dwayne not being able to drive any longer he really appreciates a morning such as this had been.

  We are having a mix of moisture.  Snow, rain . . . the birds don’t care.  It is allowing patches of green to be seen in the yards.

  My next PT is Friday.  With tongue in cheek . . . I can hardy wait.  It has to be done and I know it will get better.  Sometimes the cure is worse than the pain.  No!  That is not true.  I want to navigate our home as best I can.

  Our supper is going to be a tuna sub.  Sweet.

  With that I will take my leave. ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:26 pm on March 31, 2025 Permalink  

  My Birthday 

  It is indeed my 81st birthday.  How does it feel?  Not really any differently than a yesterday.

  My mom, Lena, had reiterated to me the day of my birth.  She had been helping with the farm chores just as she did every day.  On that Friday in 1944, a horse was used getting hay from the stack to be used for the milk cows.  The horse had had a mind of its own and Mom was pretty well shuffled around.  Later that day, Dr. Hovde from Winthrop came to the farm and I had a birth day.

  Today, in 2025, it has been a quiet day.  It’s chilly enough for the furnace to run once in awhile.   There was some extra laundry as Kevin and Kersten had assisted with a tidy, tidy in the attic.  Over time, things that had been covered up while stored.  Some has since been removed and those coverings needed freshening.  Yes . . . I like lightening the load.

  We have just enough of leftovers from yesterday to make a supper out of it.  That’s always a good thing.

  In between the laundry loads I managed to stitch a few lengths of threads in my bedroom porch. 

  Tomorrow I will have PT at the clinic and run a few errands around town.

  With take I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 1:29 pm on March 30, 2025 Permalink  

  Sunday the 30th 

  Too Pooped to Pop . . . a great feeling!