I woke up after having a strange dream
about cake. Putting that aside, I read e-mail and exercised and ate
breakfast. I checked the mailbox. It was full of ants and pupae.
With a dustpan brush, I swept the box clean and hoped it would stay
that way until the mailman made his delivery run. I packed seaweed
and nut cheese for lunch. I took lunch and my sewing tools to the
church for our usual Monday quilting. There were not so many women
there as usual. But more came later. I worked on my brown and
orange quilt top, constructing new corners for it. Then I worked on
piecing yellows and oranges into hexagons. It was almost 5 when I
left. Chris was already home, making meatloaf. While it was
cooking, he did two loads of laundry. I went in the basement to look
once again for the extension table that I made for my sewing machine.
I remembered the night that we were frantically moving items to
avoid the water pouring into the basement. I knew I would have
shoved it anywhere dry, and then I found it – under my cutting
table. A little more searching also brought forward the quilting
gloves that were stored with it. Phew! PTL!. I practiced my
trombone, and fired up the old computer. It has my embroidery
software on it, and it is the only one with a 3.5 inch drive. I
re-digitized the quilt label I did for Doris. I had misspelled her
granddaughter's name. I took the embroidery card down to the
machine. With the proper hooping, thread, needle, etc, it should
have only taken 15 minutes. But for whatever reason, the thread
shredded intermittently. Chris was ready to watch Chuck long before
I finished. Then we watched 2 episodes and went to bed.
* This is Bertha's quilt *
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