Happy First Day of Autumn

It’s been a comedy of errors today. I’m getting behind with writing and everything. Life does that to you once in awhile. God planted lots of lessons in my morning. Maybe they were about things I was doing, but it got my attention. Now to find the messsage.

The Babe was a dear, sweet husband, and instead of going to do errands all day, he stayed home to keep the hounds occupied. They can get underfoot, wanting in and out, so I don’t get much done. But today, I. got the machine work accomplished on on the Poppies Quilt. You may recall, I’ve been trying every day to get to this point, but haven’t made it. I did today.

Poppy Quilt on our new kitchen flooring.

In the meantime, however, I dropped a plain sewing needle on the floor. It is no easy task for me to get on hands and knees to look for a needle on a carpeted floor. But I did, ever so ungracefully. Both my knees are ready for another set of injections, it’s been six months since I saw Doc P. for the Orthovisc injections. Getting up is another ungraceful task, but with the flashlight on my phone, I was able to find it. And lots of dog hair. Note to self, “Your studio needs a good vacuuming.” I may be getting a couple of new knees in the next five years.

With needle in hand, I mended what was needed and got ready to secure the binding to the quilt, along with the hanger sleeves. In 45 x 4 = 180. In 180 inches of sewing, I broke two needles. I hardly ever do that. The machine came unthreaded 2 more times. The bobbin ran out. Any one of those mishaps is a rarity with my sewing/quilting. I do see it as a message from God. I’m still wondering what it means. A seamstress or quilter will tell me maybe something is “off” in the machine. It could have been because I was sewing with invisible thread. (OK, let loose with the wisecracks, I know you want to!) The machine adjustments made need to be reset. It might need servicing. If it continues, I’ll have to take it in.

It’s looking so “Homey.” Thanks, babe, for your help!

While I ponder the message (if any) God is sending to me, I’ll try to finish some things that need attention, like dusting where it needs it and introducing the vacuum to the studio. It’s been a while. Not terrible, but it needs to be done. Lots of little things add up if they’re not done. Kind of like my writing. I’ve been stressed, doing a lot, and trying to get to “done” every day. Going to adjust things – attitude (mine), take fewer breaks, spend more time thinking before diving in.

My attitude adjustment is to remind myself why I’m writing. And it’s just as important as anything else I’ve done, raising kids, graduating from college (finally) in 1995, and I need to speak up and carve my time out of the 24 hours the Babe and I both have in a day. We are equal partners at this. While it’s not new in our relationship, it’s new in my thinking. He’s the perfect person for me to have learned to speak up to, he considers what I want important simply because it’s important to me. That is a treasure I thank God for every day, at least once.

And it can be the fact we’re still living with unknown due to COVID. I do think people are being a little brazen going to crowded places, assuming they won’t get sick. It’s a crap shoot, isn’t it? Still? We have been places to eat, and the staff is masked. That’s good, I suppose, I’m not sure how they do it, wearing a mask all day. And health care workers. God bless you all!

Whatever you do today, I hope you have an easy task of it. When I was tempted to quit, the Babe told me, “Nope, just go finish it. You’re fine. The older we both become, the more I want to spend time with him. Just sit and enjoy each other’s company. Someday, we both won’t still be here. Reality, not negativity tells me that. I want to spend all the time we can. Have a great afternoon on this beautiful first day of Autumn. Thank you for reading, and I’ll see you again tomorrow.

topher kearby, I love your stuff!

Old Stuff

If you’re an old typewriter fan like me, isn’t the header photo today just the most fabulous thing you’ve ever seen? It would be fun to have those on a wall in the home office, right here in Gretna. Trouble is, they’d have to go in my craft room downstairs. Up here, I have other things. Such as:

When the Babe painted this room, I ordered all these stencils to adhere to the walls. I didn’t know I’d begin writing, thus making this not only a sewing room, but an office/studio for writing too. I’m working towards incorporating a shipping department in here, too, to ship off my books when folks order them. I’m looking ahead with positivity, and that’s what I see. I do have a couple pictures to hang, like the antique typewriter with the magnolias on top of it. I’d certainly buy some more little doo dads that reflect that if I come across any.

I saw this the other day, and it made me smile. It’s from the Typewriter Guy’s Facebook page. He does some rather fine things, check him out! Also, a fellow named Topher Kearby does typewritten verses, sayings, etc. on original artwork. I like his work, too. Check his beautiful renderings out, too. I enjoy his work, also.

Goldie wore a path in the grass playing fetch.

We had an absolutely delightful time on the deck this morning. The Babe was out there earlier than me, and he reported seeing a huge owl flying out from the trees, the height of the shed, and fly south and back into the trees. I so wish I could have seen it! We had three pots of coffee in the two hours we lollygagged and dawdled around before getting ready for the day. It was so nice. With him doing what he does at the Post everyday, we don’t get that extended, uninterrupted time together too much. Those are the best times, aren’t they? Impromptu hours that could go on forever? I think so.

Goldie wore quite a path in the grass from a whole spring and summer playing fetch, hasn’t she? She plays at least three times a day. I swear, she can run down the steps from the deck to the yard, pick up her toy, then run to the outer edge of the yard, by the fence, and back up the stairs and eventually give it to you to throw again, upwards of a hundred times. Sometimes, she’ll stop and go potty, but not often, then back to the business of playing. It’s wonderful to see a dog so healthy and happy.

It’s going to be a busy weekend for us. We have plans to take care of a lot of stuff at home we haven’t had time to do this summer. Some deep cleaning, then we’ll be good to go. And of course, my writing, my quilt, hanging my kimonos, and all the good stuff. First action after this post, it’s clean up my work surface my Chromebook is on, and all the papers, books, folders, etc. A straightened up work area makes the work go better.

My conference with Sam, the book coach, went well. I seem to go in and out of a good writing mode. I still try and cram so much backstory in, it distracts from the story’s message. I need more discipline and practice, so that is what the next two weeks will be about. I hope my brain can empty itself once we do the chores around the house I’ve been neglecting. Just dusting and a little shining things up, we’ll be good. It’s tough with two dogs, but they live here, too. I expect dog hair and dander. I’d rather have them than a spotless house. They’re good for our hearts and souls.

I hope you all have a safe weekend. Don’t get the COVID-19 virus from too much togetherness at gatherings this long weekend. The safer we make each other, the sooner we can put this behind us. Whenever the vaccine is made available, things will look up. Let’s make sure it’s real before we set out hearts on it. Disappointment will not be good at this point. I feel so badly for the people who feel forgotten and deserted in the nursing homes. They give up, and have a high mortality rate. Send a note, card, whatever you can, make a call. Do something for those old folks who gave us the world.

Until I see you tomorrow, thank you for reading today. I appreciate your interest and support so much. It helps more than you realize. Stay safe, be polite, appreciate the hot but beautiful weather.