Tidy Tidy
With a sewing project completed, the cleanup is a must. Who wants to come down to a studio that has supplies strewn about! I know after today it will feel as if I am a guest in a studio akin to a well tricked out shop.
The area rug that my brother Calvin gave me does add a touch of comfort when standing in front of the ironing board. But man can it collect threads and fuzz and it isn’t fond of letting it go. What I have found to be the best weapon is the 3M lint rollers. It’s only a 6 x 10 rug and it is doable. The remaining floor is bare concrete and takes well to the vacuum. Kevin offered to share a hemmed piece of carpet. I thanked him, but passed. The area that the sewing machine sits on is concrete and the Swiffer works great until the Filter Queen canister needs to be brought out for the entire area.
Dennis and friends met up in McDonald’s for morning coffee. He rolled in right at twelve. Apparently the fellows from the area kept dribbling in and that meant more news to hear or share. I think it’s very healthy for them. Dennis did share that McDonald’s has revamped the front. A very small cloistered order area and a credit card must be used . . . no cash. That took these old timers back quite a bit.
I had PT and could barely walk when I left. Finding that spot that needs work . . . I am all about Mike working those tendons and muscles to allow them to relax and fight nice. My quality of life is 99% better than when I went to him for the first time. Would have, could have and should have . . . yup, I should have turned myself in a lot sooner. Thinking I could walk it off was wrong.
Arthritis is no stranger in my family. My grandmother Laura was in a wheelchair during her remaining years only because no help was sought when she may have had somewhat of what I am experiencing today. Mike knows what I am dealing with and until he says he can no longer help, I am in it for the long haul. After all, where I am going so as to not see this through!
***Just got a text from daughter Carrie. This afternoon she took over her own boutique in Edina. Earlier this year I began praying hard as both of my self-reliant children now have their own businesses. Bring on the “joy” in their lives.
Thank you Lord Jesus for all the blessings that have come my family’s way this year. Both of my children saw me through the days of uncertainty with the stroke and the heart surgery . . . my prayers for them is ceaseless.
On that note . . . tomorrow Dennis and I have been invited to my nephew Larry’s home in rural Stewart. I may very well be worn out and not put a posting on. Though I do know that we arrive at their home in the late forenoon and leave for our home in the early afternoon. My driver is in charge of time tables.