There is neither the opening nor the end
Without what is spread in the craze,
I obey the faith of own.
The human being spends it in the bone
until I die after being born.I put up a “Noroshi” for all things about.
Where oh where is my pledge wax so I can finish in getting my sewing table ready?
Also, on a lunchtime of feeling adult, I called and made an appointment for a physical with a new doctor and thanked the phone person for being so helpful and making the whole thing pleasurable. Yes, that’s right, I want to try one of your newest doctors. She even set me up for pre-appt blood tests. And said she’d get me a refill! Cool.
I also called the post office that accidentally sold me first class stamps rather than the postcard stamps. And look at these cool global postcard stamps!
I finished pinning. I fiddled around with possible aides de quilting. I rummaged around with my bobbins, emptying some and moving others. Realized that I’d accumulated a sizeable number of bobbins but it is never really enough.
I layered a goodly sized warm up and practice piece. This gets used for that and also for after machine cleaning or if there’s a tension/balance question. I doodled around on this for quite awhile with a few different color threads. This always makes me think that I should try a whole cloth quilt but I never do. That’s ok. I’m ready to start.
Spending today getting that quilt ready to actually get quilted. Finish the pinning, protect the edges, wind up some bobbins etc.
And some other stuff I can’t really talk about quite yet. And maybe some writing.
Laundry. Definitely laundry and that’s halfway to being clothes again.
Coffee #2 and to the pinning I go.
At least I think it’s Thursday.
Sure I’m for helping the elderly. I’m going to be old myself someday. (at age 85)
