Saturday, June 29, 2019

All The Days

Every single day, at the end of the day, I wonder where the day went.

Like just about everyone, our weather has become something we are not accustomed to no matter what time of the year it is.  Here in Northern Indiana we have gone from a too cool much rainy spring, to 5 days rain then two sunny hot humid days and then it starts over again.

This is the view from my kitchen window.  It has taken a lot of work to get this area in viewing shape.  The weeds were a jungle, but I toughed it out pulling weeds, transplanting plants from the front garden and laying mulch.  We are eliminating the large garden in the front of the house.

The weather has wreaked havoc with the pond.  We are raging war on what our pond guy says is blanket algae on the bottom.  There are a couple of things that may have caused the condition and it is an understatement to say I am slapping my forehead for adding some fern kind of plants a few years ago.  BUT the pond lily are thriving and continuously bloom. 

We had a turtle visit for about two days.  He left during one of those 5 days of rain.  My frogs still live out there and I thank them every single day for their nightly serenade.  We have a snake (just one I hope)  that I caught one day and unfortunately dropped it.  Terry saw it again but he is elusive.  I tell that snake to just stay out of my sight and he might be ok.  I am of the belief that the only good snake in my yard is a dead one.  But then  I wonder about this:  My SIL that left this world a few months ago had a snake visitor in her yard.  We spoke with her about it often.  Now I am wondering if that snake appearing here is because she is thinking of us because when we see it we sure think of her.

Oh, one morning I looked out the window and saw a baby duck swimming from the middle of the pond back to shore.  He climbed out and hit in the plants.  I went out to check it out...why didn't I grab my phone.  Well there he was, very small and wet.  Not a Mallard baby, or a Canadian Goose baby.  What the heck.  Then I watched him from the window jump back in the pond, swim to the other end, climb out to the deck and go off the other end into the plants.  We never say him again, though I look all the time.  My Indiana bird book says he might have been a Wood Duck which would make sense because we saw an adult Wood Duck in there about a month ago.  A mystery that we will never know the answer to.

There has not been much sewing here and I haven't been on the internet either.  Terry has a lot going on with his health.  We have been battling to keep his BP where it should be. Too many other issues to talk about.  Terry, the yard, then sewing I guess.  And I caught the crud.  Geez, summer allergies did me in, lol.

Grateful:  Today and everyday I am grateful for technology.  My grandson who lives in California video calls for messages everyday.  We get tons of pictures of all of them.  So much better than "the old days" when you took a picture on film, had it developed, then sent the pictures in the mail to who ever you wanted to share them with.

Wishing everyone a happy and SAFE 4th of July.
xx, Carol

Monday, June 3, 2019

I Have My Limits

We have lived in our house for 30+ years.  Our land is 3/4 of an acre.  We have always had a Wheelhorse garden tractor.  Actually we have a few...more than one...a collection really.  I don't get it, but Terry DOES.  Anyway I have used all of them at one time or another.  Until Terry bought a riding mower like THIS one.  No steering wheel.  You pull one lever to go left or right, pull both forward or backward to go Forward or Backward!  Easy, huh?  Well it messes with my mind.  Well, Terry takes care of our yard and my sister's.  Last week when he mowed, he told me I'm going to have to start cutting the grass because he felt horrible when he got done. It jostled him around too much. I accept the challenge.  However, it has rained almost everyday since the last cut.  At this rate, I'll never have to use the green machine since there are 7 more days of rain in the forecast.

My mind works differently than anyone else I know.  Like my issue with road maps.  I know North, South, East and West using a map.  But I want the top of the map to be the direction that we are traveling.  You know, just like your GPS map.  I LOVE GPS, except when it takes us WAY out of our way...then I get out the trusty map and guide Terry to a better route, lol. AND I have poor depth perception.

I have a blog friend that posted about stitching with her grand daughter.  Lots of my blog friends stitch with their kids and grands.  I love that because it ensures that the craft will live on. That got me to thinking about how I learned to sew. I'm 67 so you can figure how long it has been since I was in school.  Personally, school came easy for me and I think our educational system back then in some ways was far superior to what most kids in this area have today.  I knew I would not go to college due to finances and family situation.  Clerical classes were offered in high school and I too all that were offered.  I also had an elective each year and chose to learn to sew.  In our technical age, kids have so much more to learn, so classes offered today are far different that back in the 60s.  However, like a lot of states Indiana offers a voucher system in which they divert public school funds to charter schools, but don't monitor the schools that receive the funds.  It is one of my pet peeves about living here.

I have to laugh when I think back about when my daughter was young.  She didn't want anything to do with sewing, probably because I used to drag her to the fabric store.  She DID love the clothes I made her.  She always told me she would never sew.  However, when here kids were small she asked for one of my machines so she could make the kid's Halloween costumes.  Let me tell you, what she created was amazing and without a pattern or any sewing education at all.  Once when she was laid off from her job during a recession, she paid her bills by selling re-fashioned clothes on Ebay.  She had an eye for creating Goth clothes and sold everything she created.  It was a fad at that time.

Grateful:  I am especially grateful to know how to sew and embroider.