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  Noreen 4:49 pm on August 20, 2018 Permalink  

  A Fun Project 

  

  When it is soggy from 2 inches of rain, I head for the sewing studio. Friend and neighbor, Jan, is always ready and willing to help with her chainsaw. Jan’s husband, Randy, has a great “green line” that has helped us out when the snowfall on the drive is more than he feels we should tackle. Jan and Randy’s’ granddaughter loves cats. Does she have one? No. Kayleigh never misses a chance to find Snuggles when she is visiting St. James. Jan has even let Snuggles into their home so it can be close and personal with Snuggles and Kayleigh. Pink! Who would have guessed Kayleigh’s favorite color. Jan first thought of having a personalized towel for a gift to Kayleigh. Pink is apparently not a hot selling item in stores. The second choice will be a sofa pillow that Kayleigh can enjoy while watching her videos. It was fun watching this design come to life and it will be coming into it’s own when Jan brings over the pillow form. It was a good day of being inside after the garden work of yesterday.

   
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  Noreen 5:39 pm on August 19, 2018 Permalink  

  I noticed on Friday that there were no biting bugs outside. Knowing that the last rain may bring a new hatching of mosquitoes in a day or two, I headed to the backyard this morning. Dennis was down for the count for a nap while watching some tractor auctions. The nose alone of the auctioneer I find annoying.

  After a good workout I have said goodbye to a Mock Orange shrub, an Anna Bell Hydrangea shrub, a Spurge shrub and last but not least a worn out Clematis shrub. The square garden is in the process of getting wiped out. The greenery is always there but with little to no direct sunlight the blooms are scarce. The Black Walnut trees and the Maple tree make for a lot of shade. This year with all the rain the shade has kept the soil mucky. The patches of moss growing in the garden was one more indication that a change was needed.

  I am off the clock for the rest of the evening. There is a slight chance that I may feel the use of the shovel, the sharp shooter, and the rakes tomorrow. I feel weary but most of all I feel really good in having had a great workout.

   
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  Noreen 9:11 am on August 18, 2018 Permalink  

  Today we are heading north. My sister Elvera’s granddaughter’s baby shower at Stewart. As long as we are on the highways we are also going to stop at my brother Michael’s home. Michael is in between cancer treatments and it will be good to catch up. It would be nice if the humidity were lower. Any day now . . . I am ready for some nice temps in the 70s with lower humidity and dew points. Best be careful for what I wish for.

  P.S. We are home for supper after a great day on the road.  We stopped on Hwy 15 at Winthrop for an early noon lunch.  We had not eaten at a drive-in in decades.  It sure took us back.  Michael is doing well.  He has gained 5 lbs. since we had visited him a month ago.  The 24th he will go in for several tests.  The main test will include drinking dye to see if the stint that had gotten a hole in it and poisoned his system has healed itself.  Since that had been discovered he has not been able to eat or drink anything that involved swallowing.  Michael has been on a feeding tube for the last month.  He looks good.  If all progresses as he hopes he will be able to continue the cancer treatments after the 24th.

  The baby shower was well attended.  After Mackenzie has her little girl, all of Elvera’s children will be grandparents.  It would have made her proud.

  As I mentioned we are home and it feels so good.  There are detours everywhere and you had best be prepared to leave early and follow the course.  It was a day well spent.

   
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  Noreen 6:10 pm on August 17, 2018 Permalink  

  After having 1.5 inches of rain yesterday I have made an administrative decision. Our backyard was just about to the point that I could walk and not get muddy shoes. The large square perennial garden in the backyard has had its last season. It is about 25′ x 25′ and it has given me much joy over the last twenty years. We have had and will always have a low area to content with and the rain of this year drove that point home loud and clear.

  When nephew Brett does get a cement job done here I will have an area right off of the patio that will hold the perennials that I have an emotional attachment to. The ideal time to move them will be in the spring of 2019. The rest . . . will be going by the wayside. This morning I spent a fair amount of time pulling some plants up and getting them ready to be mulched. Between now and the snow flying I have decorative rock to move, some posts that have held garden art will be taken out, etc. Next spring I know of a fellow and his Ford orchard tractor that has a great garden tiller and the area will be tilled with grass seed following. The area around our huge Maple tree and the patio porch will still allow me to get my fingers dirty.

  The passions that amount to “busy work” do wane followed by new “busy work.” The thread and fuzz that I enjoy has remained with me since I was a child. It endures. It is satisfying. It challenges me. With the condensed gardens and the thread and fuzz, I know that I will remain busy as there are a few challenges that Dennis occasionally brings into my life. All in all I have a balanced life. I like it. I like it a lot.

   
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  Noreen 4:32 pm on August 16, 2018 Permalink  

  My Day, My Way 

  From time to time, I have a back that gives me pause. Not surprising. I was a farm girl that any farmer would have loved to have had at his beck and call. 40 Lb. hay bales on the hay rack behind the baler: I was there. Stacking hay bales in the hay barn right to the rafters: I was there. McCormick milk machine pails filled from the Holstein cows: I was there. Helping to load feeder pigs into a trailer: I was there. The list could go on and on. Dad had me at his beck and call right along with my sister and two brothers. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Dad and Mom taught us kids how to work and make light of it. If we made a game out of it, the time went quickly and the weight of it didn’t take its toll . . . for some time to come.

  The aches that may come periodically now that I am in my 70s do not bring sad memories. The wonderful life I had as a child brought me into my adult years knowing the value of putting in a good day’s work. I now enjoy a good day under my belt, but with much less intensity. I still enjoy everything and anything I always did, but perhaps with a different twist on things to achieve the end result.

  Today was a great example of enjoying my sewing studio acknowledging that my back needed some TLC. I would like to make myself a new quilt. What! Me getting a new quilt to use! I don’t put in a full day of cutting pieces. Bending over the rotary cutter can be a back braking task. This whole process will take a fair amount of time . . . which I happen to have. No matter how anyone tries to retain good posture while sewing, it doesn’t last as that perfect seam allowance gets my nose right up close and personal. I spent the greater portion of the morning getting my sewing machines ready to stitch. Yes, that’s right, plural sewing machines.

  Mom’s sewing machine (circa 1965) has been serviced and was loaded with the correct thread for my project. The Sears sewing machine model that I have had since 1968 was also ready to go with the right thread and needle. Last but not least was the Bernina to get suited up. I am working towards a finished 8″ block that is comprised of five different pieces. I believe I need 100 of these finished blocks when I am finished. Each of the three machines will stitch a portion of the 8″ block. Doing a series of ten on each machine means I will not be hovering at any one machine for long. Getting up, moving, getting my butt on a different chair and then heading to the ironing board after 10 of the completed blocks have been put together will not bind the back, shoulders and hands from extended repetition in one place. It may sound like a lot of foolishness, but it’s my foolishness to take care of that which I know can cause a lot of discomfort. I have nothing more to do than to take care of my health while enjoying life.

  When I redid the sewing studio last fall it fell into place that I could navigate the two church tables, my sewing machine table and the ironing board from all sides. No sitting in a corner being boxed in. It’s doing exercise laps while ending up with a sewing project well under way. Fun creative times at Stauffer Avenue.

   
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  Noreen 2:28 pm on August 15, 2018 Permalink
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  The True Story 

  

  Our beloved Snuggles is always up for a challenge. He has ridden our patio umbrella like a tilt-a-whirl in times past. Today out of the blue there were branches shaking as I looked out the kitchen window. When I went outside there was Snuggles in the crab apple tree.

  

  The true story of this: You can’t be brave unless you are scared. Snuggles took quite a bit of time checking out the roof of the house. Too bad I didn’t have a nanny-cam on him so I could have done an up close and personal look as to how all the shingles were holding up. Snuggles would stand at various portions of the roof and meow. Snuggles meowed a lot. Snuggles did venture to the opposite end of the house . . . eyeing up the awning for a return descent. In time he decided to come down the same way he went up. Jumping from the tree to the house roof seemed a lot easier than standing on the roof line eyeing up spindly branches for the return flight. I waited him out on the patio drinking my morning coffee. Before long there he was, panting as if he had run a mile. He had been scared once he was aloft but decided the brave thing was to return with all four paws on solid ground. Thinking of my own life . . . I know there were times when it was scary to be brave.

   
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  Noreen 6:32 pm on August 14, 2018 Permalink
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  Today we voted in the primary. It was the first thing on our list this morning. Dennis dropped me off and he was off to the parts store for some brushes for the generator on his Cub Cadet. The tractor has been a good project for Dennis, beside the fact that the back portion of the acre doesn’t take him long at all and it is done.

  I headed for Windom with my cousin’s quilt top. Christine had a few minutes to visit with me. Christine works at a drug store that fills prescriptions for over 30 different health care facilities in the area. Christine was appreciative so she could take the quilt top and make plans for it to be quilted sometime in the future. It ended up to be a bit of a story as to how this quilt top got wonkie. Christine didn’t sew the quilt top together. Aunt Lorraine who has Macular Degeneration had her hand in this. It doesn’t matter as the project is back with Christine. The family does worry as to what will happen when Lorraine’s eyesight continues to deteriorate as there is no cure for the Macular eye disease. All the more reason for me to continue taking care of myself as much as possible.

  The skies have threatened all afternoon, but I am afraid the rain has dissipated before it hits the ground. All is good here on Stauffer Avenue. So many blessings abound here in our home. Priceless.

   
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  Noreen 6:02 pm on August 13, 2018 Permalink
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  There are mornings that block out the rushing of traffic past our home. This morning was one of those great awakenings at 8:45. I had been in a wonderful dream of some times past. When I opened my eyes looking out the window to the east I was entertained with a flutter of Black Walnut leaves. The leaves that had turned yellow and gold fell like a vail. I stayed still for some time to let the dream fade. What a great way to start the day.

  Dennis had received a letter from Ford that his little red pickup had a recall on the air bags. After several cups of coffee in the patio porch we headed to Sleepy Eye to get the skinny from the dealership there. We will be receiving a call with an appointment time when they are able to replace the air bags. Dennis asked me to ride with him. His plan was to keep me out of the sewing room a bit longer as he knew I was feeling some strain in my shoulders and hands. Bless his heart.

  This late afternoon I gave Thomas a call that he could come and pick up his daughter’s quilt. Check! Call that project done and out! I will be taking some time to tidy up the sewing studio, complete with the Swiffer on the concrete floor. I do take time to hit the multiple waste baskets with thread and fuzz, but to no avail, some sneak by. I have no plans to hit another project head on. I need a bit of time to reflect on what would be fun to work with. In other words I am going to do a “needs analysis.”

  Dennis just reminded me that I have a quilt top to deliver into the owner’s hands. When Aunt Lorraine was here several weeks ago, her and I spent a lot of time tearing apart a quilt top for her daughter that had refused to lie flat. Once we had the issues taken care of Lorraine decided to leave the quilt top with me rather than her taking it with her to Arizona, only having to mail it back to Minnesota. Lorraine’s daughter works in Windom about 26 miles from here. I believe I will surprise her at her place of work and put that quilt top where it needs to be. I am leery of having someone else’s project in our home. There are less than good things that can happen and I would never be able to make it right. We will see what tomorrow brings.

   
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  Noreen 5:57 pm on August 12, 2018 Permalink  

  Update on T-Shirts 

  

  Here is the skinny on t-shirts: they could pass for oil cloth tablecloths. None of the 16 shirts I had to work with were plain soft cotton t-shirts. The rubberized vinyls have taken over. This may be the last of projects such as this for me. A stabilizer needs to be put on the back of the shirts so they become a square that is able to be worked with in organizing and stitching the quilt top. All of these shirts had to have a pressing cloth laid on top of them to allow the heat of my iron to adhere the stabilizer on the back of them. When quilting the top of the quilt, I needed to stitch through newspaper on each block as I didn’t have the special presser foot that rolls over the vinyl. The newspaper then needed to be removed via the perforations that the stitching did. Bummer to the nth degree. Tomorrow I will dig through my stashes to find something to use as the binding. No . . . the back of this quilt has not been photographed. I was not going to purchase any new yardage for this project and it got pieced and pieced and pieced. Sew be it.

  I will say that the morning right up until twelve noon was spent outside on the patio visiting with neighbors.  The air was nice with a bit of a breeze and no biting bugs.  The wonderful morning enjoying coffee and chit chat started the day off great.  I knew what I had been battling these last few day with this quilt and there was no point of putting it off.  As I have said there may not be any more of these quilting bartering projects.  I would sooner offer . . . not putting myself in a bartering situation to begin with, especially when it involves family.   

   
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  Noreen 5:29 pm on August 11, 2018 Permalink  

  Dennis and I had decided last night that today would be a quiet day with little to nothing that would need to be done. Dennis enjoys the Rural Farm television channel. It goes from tractor auctions, to insights on farming in various states and the best part for Dennis . . . the gospel and country music.

  It is difficult for me to sit on my hands. I did linger in the patio porch this morning for enjoying several cups of coffee. Not much breeze. Looking out to the east there was plenty of activity. The squirrels were having a hay day. The neighbor’s Oak tree has a fair amount of acorns to be had. The acorns are green as grass and perhaps that is the way for the squirrels to enjoy them.

  Snuggles did catch a squirrel last week. Dennis watched the entire hunt go down. Snuggles feels so heavy when he sits on my lap, but according to Dennis is was greased lightening on Snuggles’ part that was the end of that squirrel. The catch was not to be eaten but to be played with. When there was no more movement by the squirrel, Snuggles sauntered off. Within a few minutes Dennis had the dead squirrel in a plastic bag and into the garbage. Last year we learned our lesson. We did not pay attention to Snuggles’ conquests until we could smell them.

  I finished off the day with getting a far amount done on the t-shirt quilt for Thomas’ daughter.  Thomas had been on site quickly last week when we had a huge Maple branch go done.  The barter system is alive and well on Stauffer Avenue: have chainsaw, will travel . . . for a t-shirt quilt. It’s all good.