Sweet day with quiet sunshine.
Dennis had an agenda . . . I had an agenda. With our breakfasts and coffee we told each other “catch you later .”
The huge plants that Dennis has tended since I retired have now gone out to the east patio. Over winter months they sit in pans in the patio porch so when watered, any water that wants to run out the bottom keeps the floor dry. You have guessed it. There is a ring around where the pans sat made up of cat fur. Time for the shop vac. Not so fast. The floor of the pickup garage bugged Dennis more as the floor was a gravel mess. Any type of gravel imaginable had drug in over winter from the tires as Dennis steered the little red pickup into the garage from Stauffer Avenue, a gravel alley. Pieces of cardboard that had been on the floor were going to be going to the burn ring. Dennis’ plans, Dennis’ day.
In the studio sits my wonderful Bernina QE . . . quilter and embroiderer. The straight stitching it does isn’t half bad either. Lena had taught me all sorts of tricks of the trade using the treadle sewing machine that had a permanent home under the north two kitchen windows. It could be called into service as quickly as the leather belt could be strung onto the wheel. I had a list of clothing items I had planned to alter and they were all on the table next to the machine. Altering clothing and mending clothing is not the most desirable in the creative world, but a necessary evil. All lights possible were in service allowing for a bright working relationship. The Twins were playing in Chicago via KNUJ. Sewing chair pulled up and head down, I tackled my task. Not a hitch or a miss as the hours slipped by. Success.
I took a bottle of diet Lipton’s Green Tea out to Dennis. It’s not carbonated and we have enjoyed it for decades. The only problem is the case comes with 36 bottles and a plan has to be in place to purchase it, get it in the car, get it in the studio for a few bottles at a time in the refrigerator. Come to think of it, when Megan was a toddler visiting, she got a bang out of sharing my bottle. No harm was done appeasing a sweet child.
The floor for the little red pickup was as clean as a concrete floor that is pitted can get without water and soap. He was tending a fire of all of the cardboard that he had drug out. The little shrub that was finally put to rest was brittle as nettle and fed the fire.
Dennis and I shared the bottle of tea and we did get caught up with each other. We both had accomplished much with just enough left undone for it to be used as seed for another day. Sweet.
Happy Memorial Day!
With that I will take my leave. ♥
