Secure All
Anything out in the yards that are not secure . . . you can kiss them good-bye.
We had our neighbor’s mail put in our slot accidently today. I walked the mail over to their mailbox. I used a strong paperclip to hold the letters in case the wind took it from my hand. I felt the gusts that were going 29 mph. One of the items was Jan’s Plaindealer newspaper. I had to look twice. It was like legal paper size made up of two sheets that had been collated. If not for the free-bee that was tucked inside and it had Jan’s mailing label on it, I would have thought it was junk mail. Hmm.
In the studio, I needed to cut some fabric. I made sure all my scraps and loose threads were hand delivered to the circular file. It feels kind of nice to have had the tidy, tidy done and I will appreciate keeping it such for a time. I am working on a possible curtain for our bathroom. Hmm. Why not! It’s not like I don’t have a sewing machine. Dennis has hinted often. Hey, I’ve been busy these last twenty-odd years. In the cistern closet I found a rod that will work. I have a length of fabric pulled out of stashes. Don’t count me out. There is a possibility I might get this project cranked out.
I have heard of sympathy pains. This morning as I was waking up, my right foot . . . right where the bunion had been in 1980s. it hurt so bad, it was like it was harkening back to the mid 80s. Silly things do happen.
I know Dennis has been out and about. When I looked out the bare bathroom window, I could see he was sleeping in his chair in the patio porch. So . . . I keep track of Dennis via the bare bathroom window that affords me seeing what is going on in the patio porch. I have calculated the new curtain for said bare window so it covers the bottom sash of the window, allowing me to see through the top sash. It’s Grammie, killing two birds with a few stitches.
With that I will take my leave. ♥