Our grandson, Jacob, is nine years old today. That doesn’t seem possible. We’ll have him out for the day soon, maybe take him to Chick Fil A for lunch. He was used to being the youngest until his baby brother arrived nearly two years ago. Now he gets to be a big brother to Gabriel.
We are looking forward to furniture being delivered later today and I’m continuing to go through some storage containers in my studio, cleaning and sorting and deciding what stays and what goes. I’m in down-sizing mode still and loving all the floor space now that the brown recliner is gone. Brad found a charity to donate it to and they were very appreciative. I took a small load of stuff to Goodwill yesterday on the way to my chiropractor’s appointment and I’m sure there will be more to haul off later. We still have the stationary bicycle to re-home.
This is my next project. Everything in this set of storage drawers can be better stored away in a couple of smaller containers in the hall closet. I’ve offered it to Audrey if she can use it. If not I’ll take it to Goodwill on my next trip.
I spent an hour or so yesterday afternoon re-skeining yarn that had been wound into cakes that I ended up not using or had frogged from previous projects. Yarn is easier for me to store when it’s skeined and not wound and I think it’s better for the yarn. I need to soak a couple of skeins that were partially knitted when I frogged their projects and re-set the twist and relax the yarn. However, I usually only re-skein full skeins and leave partial skeins wound so I know they aren’t full skeins, but I’m thinking of winding off the partial skeins and labeling the yardage to make storing them easier.
While I was going through some recently finished projects and gathering up knitting needles I discovered that I’ve misplaced a couple of the plastic bags that those needles are stored in. I keep them in the original bags and sort them according to size and length. I must have set the bags aside somewhere and forgot where I put them. Another mystery to sort out.
I woke up earlier than usual this morning and remembered I had forgotten to add the kitchen trash to what Brad took out yesterday evening for pickup this morning. So, I got dressed, grabbed the bag of trash and drove out to the road and tossed it in the dumpster. That was an hour ago and it’s nearly 8 am now. Brad is still sleeping and I’m trying to decide what to do for breakfast. I made fried egg muffins last night for dinner so I don’t want eggs for breakfast. It’s been awhile since we had a bowl of hot oatmeal. I like to top it with brown sugar, butter, chopped nuts, cinnamon and nutmeg. Dried cranberries are a nice topping as well.
It wasn’t as cool outside this morning as it was yesterday, but it’s really nice out there just the same. There isn’t much breeze to speak of but maybe it will pick up later in the morning and we can open the house for a while. It’s going to get hot again, near 90°, and there is no rain in sight for the next three weeks, which really sucks.
Brad has plans to get out and try his new shooting bench aka my old sewing table. It will make a much better bench than a sewing table, that’s for sure! He’s got a piece of plywood he can trim to clamp to the top of it for a sturdier surface. He could probably drill holes and screw the plywood down if he wants to. The table folds in the middle after the legs are folded under it, but it’s easily portable with just the legs folded up.
I’m beginning to get a little hungry and I’m thinking of starting a pot of coffee and having a cup of yogurt until Brad is up. He spent a good part of the day while I was gone yesterday working on two doors that won’t close properly. The hardest part was going up and down the ladder multiple times for each door. We need to get our foundation guys out again. I’d like to wait as long as we can so we get some rain, but we might not be able to wait much longer. We shall see.
Time to start some coffee brewing. Have a blessed Hump Day, ya’ll. Stay cool if you’re in Texas. Be safe if you’re in Florida!
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