The days and weeks just keep ticking by, faster and faster....
Ok, so it is 11:00 a.m. I've tidied up the house, fed the dogs, given them their meds, eaten my breakfast, dressed, shipped two books out to Paperbackswap.com club members, balanced one of the 6 checkbooks I keep up with, shared a recipe online for my Pozolé, checked all 76 emails, replied to the 3 that needed replying to, and here I am, once again, getting ready to post more patterns for sale!
Doug spent yesterday helping his son install a floor at their house. This morning he has hauled in firewood for the day, fed Rhett, watered the horses, and is now checking on his chickens. I couldn't find Tessie, our oldest dog. Because she has cancer, I always worry about her if she isn't close by. I bundle up to go search for her.
The chickens' water has frozen in the watering bucket, so I let them out early today so they can drink out of the heated, community bowl in front of the greenhouse. On my way to search for Tessie--and Zeeva, because now she isn't around the house--I see that Rhett has wandered down to the hay field by the creek. So, I grab his rope and cross the pasture to get him back inside the fenced lot. It's like THREE MILES up hill both ways away! (not really, but it feels like it). Just as I get to him, he takes off up the driveway to the top of the hill and stands right in front of the gate laughing at me. I trapse back UP the hill and let him in. Those guys! They love to play "catch me if you can" with me every single time!
In the meantime, back at the house, Tessie and Zeeva have returned smelling suspiciously like a 6-week old deer carcass. it is clear they have found someone's field-dressing scraps. Just glad she is back, so I let her in where she can warm her old, achy bones in front of the wood stove and where she will spend the next 6 hours snoring away the chill.
It is 10:20 a.m. and I need to rush down to the mailbox before the mail runs. Into the side by side with Zeeva and Bob--they MUST go everywhere with me. Tessie would be up in the seat, too, if she wasn't in the house. Allie and Prince run along side us to the mailbox and back.
Folks, this is a typical morning at the WP. Doug and I enjoy our morning coffee, sometimes we'll watch the CBS morning news (Doug has a crush on Nora, teeeheeee) where we get ourselves all wound up over some of these stories we hear. "Why don't they just.....(fill in the blank)? Instead of making things so difficult," we ask each other. We leave just shaking our heads in disgust--mostly at our government officials, greedy corporate executives, and Wall Street. After we polish off the pot, we go our separate ways until dark, when Doug finally gets in and where I try to have supper waiting for him. This is the "slow time" of year.
Doug is off to the store for his venison jerky ingredients. He has 45 lbs of deer meat to process into jerky. I'm working on some yoga socks that a wonderful person purchased from me yesterday. Need to get them out in tomorrow's mail. Supper tonight is fried bass from the lake, green beans from the garden, and a spinach-kale salad from California.
who are we?
We are avid seamstresses and crafters since the ORIGINAL 1970's, and we're still going strong. We're also yarn, fabric, and pattern hoarders. ("Speak for yourself," protests Alice.) We, ok, I haven't parted with my stash in over 40 years until now. Maybe we'll have something that you just can't live without! Enjoy browsing!
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