A Job Well Done

Yesterday Papa Pea asked our daughter to re-glue a couple of spots on the kitchen floor where the self-stick tiles had come loose.  (Only 23 years on the floor that gets an incredible amount of traffic and they're failing us.  Geesh.)

 

I thought it was interesting to note the particular objects she chose to put pressure on the repaired spots while the glue dried.  What does that say about us?  Hmmm, a vise that isn't fastened to a work bench, bar bells and a couple cases of beer. 

Not Much of a Post . . . But It's Something

Have you noticed one thing leads to another?

 

~ You're dicing onions, and you're reminded your knives desperately need sharpening.

 

~ You take some burger buns out of the freezer and notice those two buns are the last so you need to make more.

 

~ A pencil is dropped on the floor and you spy what looks like two months of debris under the kitchen table.

 

~ You move houseplants off a shelf to dust and realize the soil in the pots resembles the Sahara Desert.

 

~ You fill the kindling basket with the last sticks from the kindling bin which means . . . you need to split more kindling.

 

Well, no wonder The List never gets done!

 

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I've spent part of the past two days on some clean-up from winter in my garden areas.  It gave me some wonderful fresh air and exercise.  And also the realization that certain muscles in my body evidently haven't been used since putting the garden to bed last fall.

 

I tilled up three of the raised beds to help get the compost spread last fall incorporated thoroughly before planting.

 

Planting?  Ha.  That won't happen around here for quite a while yet.  We've had a couple of days that reached the 50° mark but mostly the days have been in the 40s and going down into the 30s at night.

 

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About my blog posts lately . . . or lack thereof.  I actually have notes of ideas to write about scattered on my desk, but have been unable to pull them together into any semblance of order.  I took a look a day or so ago at some of my posts from the past and was impressed with the writing.  (Hope I didn't strain anything patting myself on the back.)  But currently, the words won't come.  What's happened?

Perhaps with gardening season soon beginning I'll gain inspiration.  (Come on, inspiration.  Get behind me and . . . inspire!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Playing with Fabric - Using Up Scraps

Knowing busy spring time may come early this year for us up here where winter never arrived (no snow on the ground when normally we would still have at least a couple of feet), I've been making time to play in my quilt room.

 

I knew I had a bunch of half-square triangles left over from a previous project and wanted to use them if possible.

 

I'm pretty sure they reproduced in storage.

 

End result?  I'm pleased, but all those pointy points to try to match!

 

Somehow, I still have 4,776 more triangles left.  Any ideas? 

Handwork Weekend

I spent a good share of this past weekend in my quilt room.  (Hooray!)  Two unfinished projects were worked on.

 

One piece was completed.  (Hooray, again!)  For now, it's hanging in our bathroom.  The design is from one of Kim Diehl's books.  She's my very favoritest professional quilter.  Love her work. 

 

The other UFO is a counted x-stitch piece started last year, but alas and alack, I didn't finish it before the Easter season.  Will I accomplish that this year?  I have a whole month and a half so there's a possibility I will.  The design ends up in a round shape, and I have a round wooden frame that I'm hoping might work for the final finishing.

 

Now, can I squeak out more time hiding in my quilt room today?  I may just try for that. 

Yin and Yang

The yin and yang symbol shows a balance between two opposites with a portion of the opposite element in each section.

 

~  I have a list of creative/fun projects I want to do these winter

     months.

*   I'm lacking the impetus to do any of them. 

 

~  The unseasonably warm weather and melting of the scant

     amount of snow we've gotten these past couple of months

     makes it easy to get around outside.

*  The perpetual dampness has gone straight to my bones.

 

~  My enthusiasm for planning this year's garden and ordering

     seeds has burst forth.

*   Have you noticed how much the price of seeds and postage

     has gone up?!

 

~  We had a wonderful visit with our California family during

     the middle of the month.

*   I have yet to get back to any semblance of my regular routine.

 

~   I've had plenty of time to shop, research, compare prices

      and purchase products online which we've needed for some

      time.

*    I hate shopping, researching, comparing prices and

      purchasing products online.

 

~   All in all, everything is fine and dandy.

*   There's a distinct chance I don't know what I'm talking

     about.  

Snow Slushies

What does your family call this winter treat for the kiddies (and sometimes big people, too)?  Snow cones or snow ice cream?  Or snow slushies as we do?

 

When our daughter was at our quasi-grandson's home yesterday, she introduced him to the snow slushies she remembers from her childhood.

 

She told him you go out and gather some clean snow in a container, bring it in and drizzle some fruit juice (apple, orange, grape or that of your choice . . . even maple syrup is yummy) over it, grab a spoon and enjoy.

 

When the two of them came here for a visit in the afternoon, after telling me about making slushies earlier in the day, they decided they should sample one with our snow.  The little squirt got a kick out of explaining it was okay to have the snow turn yellow if you used orange juice, but you had to stay away from snow that was yellow outside.  Big grin.

 

The only juice I had was grape so tongues ended up looking a bit questionable.

 

Too bad we can't make snow slushies in the hot summer time when they would be all the more appreciated.