Sunday
We missed the snow that we had heard so much about. We are entertaining more gray skies. Sunny days are far and few in between.
As in so many Sundays that have gone before, KNUJ radio station is playing its tunes in the background. The difference is that while I am piddling around with invisible quilting thread, Mom would have been sitting at the round oak kitchen table darning socks of various sizes. Both tasks being equally challenging.
I have gone too far with the Santa quilt to turn back. Slow and steady and it may yet be a finished project. Never let it be said that my stubbornness has me turning my back on a challenge. Yup, sometimes I may not know what is best for me . . . until blood, sweat and tears allow me to see the end of the tunnel. I find myself shaking my own head in puzzlement. Having courage is more important than having confidence when action is decided upon. Perfection is not the ultimate . . . doing the best I can is my ultimate as I am bound to learn a lesson or two for the future.
Dennis has been using the mild day to take more ice off of the drive. It has melted enough for water to get under the ice and then it peels off more easily. When he came in for our three o’clock break the aroma of a pork roast in the oven has spurred him on for one more bout of ice clearing.
Tomorrow is a new month but the same old, same old on the news programs. It has driven me to KNUJ radio for most of the day. There are times when the polkas get to be a bit much, but the saving grace is some local news in between.
May the new week bring a smile or two along the way. It may be that the smile will be catching.