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  • Noreen 4:24 pm on June 28, 2020 Permalink  

    A Quiet Sunday 

    Both Dennis and I slept in this morning.  It felt like it was needed.  

    After we had a sit-in on the patio, Dennis’ plans were to clean the filters in the Koi pond.  Hearing that, I put on some gardening shoes and decided to keep busy until the filters had been pulled, cleaned and back in the pond.  The pond isn’t deep, but it’s deep enough if one looses their balance.

    Our backyard is showing some deep cracks indicating that rain would be welcomed.  I found some weeds to pluck and few early plants that had been beautiful and now they needed to be ousted.  About 11:30, we decided to call it and head out of the sun.  I made sure to give the new grass seed a good watering before I came in.  Dennis opted to open all three sides of the patio porch and take in a rodeo on the RFD channel.

    Slow but sure I am working on getting Megan’s quilt under the needle.  There are a few spots that warranted doing some machine embroidery on it, in addition to the meandering quilting.  It is a challenge and I am making it fun.  I had not had the embroidery module on the machine since February.  It took a bit to let the methodology sink in.  

    It is amazing how fast time goes.  It may sound silly but the odometer for me is how fast a bottle of 30 bills is emptied.  Bing, bam there’s another month shot. 

    Not sure what this next week will hold.  All I count on is being thankful that because He lives, I can face whatever comes tomorrow.

     
  • Noreen 3:08 pm on June 27, 2020 Permalink  

    Yoga Class is Over 

    I do compare using my push lawnmower to a yoga routine.  The north side of our home is similar to an obstacle course. It is crouching down to push the mower under Lilacs and an evergreen bush that needs tidying underneath.  Pushing the mower around the central AC . . . lunging it forward to the incline towards the house foundation and then pulling it back numerous times.  We now have duel truck tire tracks full of new lawn seeds to maneuver through and around and the ever twisting of the mower to turn it around.  It’s a blessing when I can mow the front of our home and actually have 50′ of lawn for straight runs.  No . . . I am not belly-aching . . . just making light of a chore that must be done and one that brings a whole bunch of self satisfaction.

    I have not even glanced at the temperatures that are outside on this Saturday.  When Dennis was done with our backyard we both sat on the patio with bottles of cold green tea and cooled down.  There was just enough breeze to get the job done.  By that time it was noon and we each crawled off to do whatever we pleased with our afternoon.

    Dennis caught a nap in his patio porch rocking chair.  Snuggles napped on the table at his elbow, a hint that it was too hot to sleep on Dennis’ lap.  I came down into the sewing studio and have been doing some quilting on Megan’s quilt.

    At three I took out some cold juice for us to enjoy together.  Dennis said he enjoyed seeing the yard looking like two people live here that enjoy taking care of their home.  I seconded that.

    After showering off the residue of dust from mowing and having had a bite for supper, we will both be enjoying fresh linens on our beds when our heads hit the pillows.  It might just be a great Sunday morning for sleeping in.  

    May everyone have accomplished what their hearts and minds led them to today.  There are no demands, just being the best that we can be every day that our Lord gives us.  Being stewards is the best.

     
  • Noreen 1:48 pm on June 26, 2020 Permalink  

    Megan’s Quilt 

    When Megan stayed with us during the 2018 MEA fall break, her and I went to the Old Alley Quilt Shop.  It was the first time things had worked out that she was visiting us and that the shop was open.  Talk about wide eyes.  

    I spent my time visiting with Laurie, one of the design specialists and Megan wandered.  She was on the lookout for a project to start in my sewing studio while she was visiting.  I put no restraints on her.  Megan touched and felt umpteen fabrics.  What intrigued her were the numerous sample projects that the staff had sewn and had them hanging throughout the shop.  As she circled the shop, she kept coming back to one spot.  As it turned out, in their home was a print that hung in the hallway of their home.  This sample project reminded her of it.  Under that print was usually a bench or a chair.  I believe she could envision this quilted project on the bench or the chair when it was completed.

    Laurie helped her find the pre-cut kit.  Within the kit were numerous fabrics to complete the design as well as the printed out instructions.  The main printed fabric was of the red truck.  Megan would need to cut the fabrics into the needed pieces that would be sewn around the show-pieced center.  Megan found a second kit.  With everything needed, we set off for the sewing studio in St. James.

    Looking back, that was in October of 2018.  All went well and by the time the long weekend was over, the top of the quilt had been accomplished.  We had not given a thought to what the back of the quilt or the binding would look like.  Sometime over the next several weeks, I went back to the Old Alley Quilt Shop after I knew Megan would be home from school and the day that I would call.  We wanted to have a plan in place.  With me in the shop, I sought out several fabrics and took photos of them and then sent them to her.  I wanted her to make the choice of which one she preferred.  That worked out just as if Megan was in the shop with me.

    Fast forward.  Megan’s skating schedule had increased as she worked with a coach.  Weekends became very precious to her schedule.  In December of 2019 Megan turned 16 and that set in motion the number of hours of behind the wheel training that she had been working on to try for her driver’s license.  That blew my mind . . . for sure.  Where had those years gone!

    Megan had her license and soon there was an opportunity for her to apply for a job that would entail after school and into the summer of 2020.  Megan began working at the Mustard Seed Nursery near their home as it was included in businesses that were allowed to open early during the phase two of the virus shutdowns.  Megan . . . pulling on work boots, having sun screen in tow and a face mask entered the world of W-2s.  Megan loves working at the nursery.  All aspects include watering, potting, learning the cash register, rolling sod and anything else that each day presents itself with.

    I carefully asked her if she would mind if I finished her quilt, assuring her that there would be many quilt samples to choose from at times in the future.  I got the o.k.

    Megans-2018I hadn’t been in the sewing studio since the early May days.  I have found it to be quite relaxing and just plain fun.  Working on something that Megan had thrown herself into means the world to me.  The fabric that she chose for the backing is perfect.  She had the eye for what would work with her red pickup quilt.

    Megan had been sewing with me for quite a few years and knew her way around the sewing machine independently.  Now when I visit with her and she is telling me about the dos and don’ts of plants . . . I hear a sixteen year old that will have a good awareness of what the world will have to offer her as she is gaining experiences.

    Good grief!  That girl has taught Dennis and me a whole lot and we sure do miss her as we have grown up with her teaching us a bunch.

     
  • Noreen 4:09 pm on June 25, 2020 Permalink  

    Last Friday 

    Last Friday saw me putting down 20 bags of Scott’s Lawn Soil complete with fertilizer into truck trenches across the east side of our home adjacent to our patio.  This morning there were thousands of needle fine sprouts coming up.  Man oh man what a site for sore eyes.  I have been giving the areas a good sprinkle every day as Dennis had hooked up a hose on the north side of the house for me.

    By the time I got home from my walk this morning, I could feel the heat that would be coming for the afternoon.  The walk had taken me a bit longer this morning as I stopped to chat with Chuck along the way as he was weeding his potatoes.  When I got home I parked my butt on the patio to cool down.  June from down the way was walking by on her way home and she took a break and sat on the patio for her break.  Stauffer Avenue has groomed some very faithful walkers. 

    My afternoon was spent in the sewing studio.  I had not turned on the machine for several weeks.  I am going to finish a quilt that Megan started when she was here for Thanksgiving break in 2018.  Her world has changed since.  The ice skating had heavy schedules of practice non stop.  That shut down immediately with the virus.  She is pulling 26 hours a week at the Mustard Seed Nursery not far from her home.  I did check with Megan before planning on finishing it.  There will always be another option in a quilt shop if she so decides.

    I have supper under way and I think we will be having a quiet day tomorrow if the heat does what the weather man forecasts.  Take care, stay comfortable and for myself . . . I am thankful I sweat during hot times.

     
  • Noreen 3:04 pm on June 8, 2020 Permalink  

    The Stuff I’m Made Of 

    The stuff I thought I was made of, well . . . forget that.  It only takes several day of heat and humidity and I wilt like a dandelion that has been hit with Roundup.

    I did give it a shot outside early this morning.  That didn’t last very long.  It is amazing that as warm as it was, the biting black flies could almost smell my steamy flesh and swarmed in for a bite.  Ish!  I have gotten dehydrated in times past.  Beware.  It can happen fast.  It doesn’t feel good as your heart does some fancy jumping and the black spots that you see are trying to keep in step with the jumping heart beat.  Dehydration hits everyone differently.  For Dennis he thinks he needs a nap.  His napping wants to continue on and on and on.  During that entire while he is hallucinating in his dreams.  Once I had gotten a clue that he hadn’t been drinking water, he was a hard sell to wake up enough to begin drinking water.  The best is to have something really sweet on hand to drink.  That tip came from Dennis’ daughter . . . the nurse.

    So it is in the Minnesota early summer when the heat comes on fast and furious.  Our Mr. Moody, the carpenter, didn’t come today and if he had, I would have sent him packing.  

    For all those who come home today from having to have been at work . . . come home to rest yourselves!  Nothing more needs to be done but to take care of yourselves.  The remainder of the week looks to be quite nice.  We are in a yo-yo type of weather pattern.

    I did go down into the sewing studio and felt like a stranger.  It will take a few day to orientate myself to get into a project.  The first clue I had was I wouldn’t lay my hands on a single scissor.  I must have really tidied up good when last I was in the sewing studio.

    Take care.  Be good to yourselves as you are stuck with yourself for what I hope is a long time.

     
  • Noreen 2:44 pm on May 18, 2020 Permalink  

    Gray Day 

    It is so cool outside and the clouds are heavy.  When I went for my walk, the kinks in my legs from not walking for two days started to feel better.  Though the legs were used and used well from pushing the mower on Saturday, it’s a different stretch when walking is done.  I know I need to walk whenever I can.

    Neighbors-DriveIt has been said that we had four inches of rain over the Saturday night and Sunday.  Surprisingly the grass was dry this morning and few puddles.  We were short for rain.  The rain did do a number on the crab apple blossoms.  Our neighbor’s drive looks like a fairy tale path.  The lilacs are still holding onto their beauties. 

    I had not been in the sewing studio for almost a week.  Hmm.  I think it was because there was a project down there that was started and it really wasn’t my cup of tea.  I have said that tastes in clothing and food carries through to what we want to stitch under the needle.  Today I have sewn up the backing for this quilt top pattern that is called Folk Art.  It may grow on me.  Folk-Art-Quilt-TopI have called my long-arm quilter and will be put on her list to have this Folk Art project finished up.  I will find a home for it.  It was a quilt kit given to me and I didn’t have the heart to not show appreciation of such gift.  It deserves to be shown as a finished quilt to give comfort to someone.  I can now look forward to working on . . . hmm . . . I guess I don’t have anything right now to start.  That may change in the blink of an eye. 

    We are having an egg noodle, tuna and mixed vegetable hotdish for supper.  That will take me off of the hook for tonight’s supper and tomorrow night’s supper.  Hotdish while the temps are chilly works.  Not a favorite to heat up the house once the temps stay in the 80s.  We have been using what is in the pantry.  I have not been in the mood for grocery shopping and I can guarantee you Dennis is being fed very well.  He has been out of his one-a-day York Peppermint candy bars for some time . . . and the withdrawal has been going well.  When he does have one, he will enjoy it oh so much more.  Sympathy cards may be received from my ole cowboy.

     
  • Noreen 3:53 pm on May 11, 2020 Permalink  

    Structure 

    I have been retired since February 2009.  There is still structure in my life, my weeks, etc.  There are some things in my day-to-day life that can very well have some leeway.  Dennis has been retired quite a few more years that I have.  Dennis’ structure has not slacked off one bit.  

    Dennis reminds me of my dad, RW.  RW lived a very structured life in his days of being a farmer.  Dennis’ days include meals that are at the exact time every day . . . each day.  That’s not a bad thing.  Prep for the evening meals such as setting the table, getting prescriptions ready for each evening meal in addition the next morning’s is done by Dennis the exact same time prior to me being in the kitchen for the actual preparation of the meal.

    Do I care for such hardened structure . . . no.  Is the hardened structure such a bad routine . . . no.   As Dennis and I have additional birthdays, there is always a chance that our memories for what those routines should be will diminish if not practiced each day. 

    When I am deep in a sewing segue, and I hear that Dennis is in the house late in the afternoon, putting his routine in place, I do catch myself closing my eyes with perhaps a sigh as I know my segue is being put to rest.  Shutting down the sewing studio with the lights being shut off, the button of the sewing machine being pushed in, the iron being in the resting position shut off . . . all is well on Stauffer Avenue.  There is a schedule in place calling for the both of us to take leave of that, that may very well be overdone to a point of physical weariness or mental weariness.  Dennis may know more than I am aware of.  Tomorrow is another day for the retired on Stauffer Avenue.  What a blessing.

     
  • Noreen 2:04 pm on May 10, 2020 Permalink  

    Great Day 

    The snow pellets that bombarded the skylight in the kitchen this noon . . . we could have done without.  I came up from the sewing studio as I couldn’t place the noise.  I then realized it was similar to the noise last night when I was getting ready for bed.  I looked out and the rain puddles had frozen sheets on them.  The windows had raindrops that had frozen and ice pellets were making a racket.  All I can say is that I hope the amount of nitrogen that we got during this freakish 24 hours does the lawn a good turn.

    What made this such a great day were the two long phone conversations that I received from the two kids.  Warmed the cockles of my heart right up it did.  The restrictions keep contact at bay.  After today, I again feel included.  Yup . . . that’s all it takes for this gal.

    Today Dennis is deep into the re-plays of rodeos on the RFD television channel.  He may have seen them once . . . or twice.  It matters not.  He did check in with me to make sure we were still on for pancakes for supper.  He has his priorities straight.

    Folk-Art-Quilt-TopThis afternoon I finished the Folk Art quilt top.  It truly is what the label stated.  It ended up being 72″ x 82″ and just large enough that I am questioning myself if I want to tackle quilting it.  We have the garage project that will take some time and arm work to have it ready for painting in June.  There is a limit and as time goes by, I can more easily recognize what that is.  Time will tell.  The kit, as it was given to me, will get finished in a quilt for someone to enjoy.  I have never been a fan of purchasing quilt kits as the time that it took someone to select and then cut the yardage that will be needed is sometimes less than good and also raises the price from what the yardage would be if I cut it myself.  I had the blocks laid out.  As I was cutting what went in between the blocks, aka: sashing, I realized that there wasn’t enough of the deep teal to put the 2.5″ border around the quilt top to mimic what was between the folk art blocks.  I dug deep and found some within my stashes that I had to make do with.  A bit darker than what was included.  It is what it was and now it’s history.  I do have enough of the many varied designs of the remaining fabrics that made up the 10″.  I intend to use them up, add a few more from my stashes and piece the back of the quilt top.  Waste not, want not.  Surprisingly it takes a good five yards for the backing.  It also adds to the expense of getting the quilt top into a quilt.

    A bit of a break before pancake flipping time.  Dennis is anticipating cracking open the bottle of apricot syrup.  Me too!

     
  • Noreen 2:48 pm on May 6, 2020 Permalink  

    Lots of Activity 

    It began as a chilly morning with the three kitties not wanting anything to do about going outside when Dennis went out to the patio porch for his coffee, cigarettes and news programs.  I took their hint and waited until the afternoon to do the walk.

    The sun did appear.  After the walk, I decided to scrape on the south side of the garage for a half hour or so.  Not getting wore out, but keeping my hand in the game.  Stauffer Avenue does get busy with walkers and thus ensues chit chat.  The older ones on Stauffer Avenue are now a collaboration of four properties owners that are keeping in touch with the mayor in regard to three of the properties that are bad.  Our concern was on the televised city council meeting last night with the consensus from the county attorney that a fine could be levied if the citation is not addressed.  It will be a wait and see as letters need to go to the three property owners with a 20 window to get things cleaned up.

    I had my own agenda yesterday with Stauffer Avenue.  With a half inch of rain, there was a huge mud puddle on the north side of Stauffer.  It had just been graded, why wasn’t there just as much water caught on the south side as the north side.  Out came my camera.  I did mention to Dennis that I would be heading up to the city shop with photo in hand.  Why does a mud puddle bother me?  The Avenue receives two treatments each summer for dust.  Calcium Chloride is nasty stuff.  Nasty when driven over and it drags into and on the garage concrete floor.  The huge mud puddles contain some of the treatment. StaufferWhen splashed on the garage wall, it’s hard on the paint.  Every day wear and tear is hard on crappy latex paint without the addition of a chemical.  We do have some down the way that will bend way out to make sure they “do the splash.”  After supper last night Dennis came in rather late.  When I went for my walk down Stauffer, I saw why. There was a  small trench dug across Stauffer and the mud puddle was dry.  Dennis does not do confrontation well, especially when he has and knows so many “people” that he wouldn’t want to hurt their feelings.  Problem solved for this rain and many rains to come.

    In between time I do hit the sewing studio.  I don’t stay at it long when the weather is nice, but I keep pecking away.  A friend, Rita, gave me items from her sewing stashes.  People’s choices in quilt projects are just as personal as any other choice in one’s life.  This was not a project I would have chosen.  nip-tuckWhen I saw that Rita had paid $119.00 for the pattern and kit, I knew I would work it up.  Waste not . . . want not.  I had finished a quilt for Rita that she was able to give to her granddaughter before she passed away.  The stashes from Rita was a kind and sweet gift.  I am tackling that kit that Rita had purchased.  A quilt kit comes with a printed paper pattern and enough yardage in various prints to put the quilt top together.  As I was cutting pattern pieces, an alarm began dinging in my head.  One particular print yardage was coming up short.  I have no idea when this kit had been bought or where.  It’s almost impossible to find the same fabric . . . even online.  There were about eight pieces that two scraps were sewn together to make the 10.5″ strip needed within the sashes.  It was getting down to the nip and the tucks.  The last sash item virtually used every bit that I could sew together to make it work.  It will definitely be a pieced quilt top.  When all is said and done, it would be difficult to pick it out of the quilt top. 

    I have had a great day bouncing from one thing to another.  It makes for a balanced life and also a challenging one.  It is said to be on the cool side all week.  That will give me a segment of time each day to do a bit of paint scrapping.  Bit by bit, square foot by square foot . . . it’ll get done in time for the painter when he comes in the first part of June.

     
  • Noreen 1:54 pm on April 27, 2020 Permalink  

    Worth Waiting For 

    As I headed out for my walk this morning, I couldn’t help but think that a day such as this was worth waiting for.  Fierce winds have subsided, storm threats have passed us, and . . . no bugs.  

    This morning as I headed down Stauffer Avenue, I knocked on our neighbor’s back door and then stepped back at least six feet.  Chuck and Bonnie spend the winters with family in the southern states.  The day after the snow birds were back, Chuck fell and broke five ribs on his left side.  Now, after a month, I thought I could at least say “Welcome home and how are you healing?”  Our small band of friends and neighbors on Stauffer Avenue needs to stay connected.

    Dennis had picked up a cold or perhaps it is a sinus infection.  I stared him on some over-the-counter meds yesterday.  They don’t interfere with his prescription meds but they do make him droopy.  When I came back from my walk . . . where was Dennis?  It took some checking. The coffee cup and pack of cigarettes were still on the table in the patio porch.  Dennis doesn’t go far without these.  The pickup was still in the garage.  As I was walking past it to check the car garage . . . I found Dennis.  Dennis had the seat in the pickup reclined and he was napping.  Of course he had the windows up or a cat would have been right in there with him.  I watched and when I realized his breathing was steady . . .  I left him to it.  A nap when you are not up to par is a good thing.  Two hours later, I did gently knock on the window to wake him up.  He did comment it was pretty cozy for napping.  More napping would have screwed up his bedtime.  My, oh my.

    Base-FabricKnowing that Dennis was safe and sound, I headed for the sewing studio and was determined today would be the last day of having the hexagon project in limbo.  It’s not like I didn’t enjoy the challenge . . . I did.  The base fabric that all the triangles had been cut out of was not one that I would have ever looked at twice when standing in a fabric store with hundreds of bolts of beautiful prints.  This print had caught Rita’s eye, more than likely as she was standing in a fabric store and seeing it done as a finished project.  What was a bit of an irk for me, had a lot to do with the fact that for the size of the end result . . . 55″ x 65″, there had been many hours of piecing and ironing, opening all the seams on the six pieces of the hexagon.  Finished-HexagonsNonetheless.  It is finished.  I had fabric for the border and I had fabric to use for the backing and binding.  It will be the new cover-up when Dennis decides to take his naps in the recliner in the living room.  It will not be going out to the napping annex, aka: his pickup.

    After the long nap, Dennis can now be found at the site where his nephew is pouring concrete.  They are always in need of a straw boss.  I need to get out the basement Filter Queen vacuum and start on all the threads that I have flung at will.  After a while, aiming for the waste basket looses it’s importance.

     
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