It's best to start by going all the way to the bottom of this blog and start with Cinco de Mayo. Then go up to the next date.
May 23. I think this blog is cursed. It's never going to be finished!
The dogs are fine and I find it more efficient to sleep on the couch at their house. That way when they want breakfast and outside at oh dark thirty, I'm already dressed. After they are fed and emptied, I toddle home (next door) and begin my day. It was kind of nice to have Shortie join me in snuggling since it's a bit chilly. It was in the 40s last night and 55 F. now. Welcome to New England weather!
Here's my latest accomplishment -- a baby quilt for a brand new baby boy. It's the first time I machine quilted a quilt on my machine, instead of sending it to a long arm quilter. It took me forever, partly because I didn't know what I was doing. Mostly, however, I had "bad thread." It was a brand new spool of cotton thread (not polyester) and it created a lot of loops on the underside. Cathy V., my technical advisor, figured it out. Thanks, Cathy!!
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May 22. Back again -- two days later. For some reason, the darn computer (blog program?) wouldn't let me add any pictures. When you get down to the allium, that's where I had to stop after trying many ways and getting all kinds of error messages. I think "in order to serve me better" Microsoft did an update and everything has been fubar since. (I cannot get any sound on the videos on FaceBook, although it works on my phone.)
It is just gorgeous today and today is the first day of my dog sitting for the long weekend. Brownie (the really old beagle) and Shortie (a teenaged beagle) really like it when "Auntie Tina" dog sits because she's an easy touch for the dog treats. They have had their post prandial visit and the next will be after lunch. It's true, they don't care if I'm there, but I have discovered a new game on my phone that kept me busy. I like their rocking chair and I like to spend at least an hour with my furry friends.
May 20. Since you know I'm not an English man, you know what part of the phrase in the title applies to me. And I'm not actually mad, as in annoyed, so ... I woke up at 6 a.m. as is my pattern lately, but I went back to bed and slept all the way to 10 a.m. Thus when it dawned on me I had a 'window chore' to do, it was fairly late. The chore was removing 8 million dead small beetle bodies. For some reason, they must have hatched in the well of the dining room window. That and cleaning the Raid residue off the window didn't take long.
But by then, the temperature was climbing and the earlier lovely breeze was not going to make the house comfortable any longer. (Yesterday it was 91 F. and I didn't have to turn on any a.c. because I went to Ann's and used hers!) It was time: I had to clean my trusty little window fan. I got out my favorite screw driver (with both heads in one) and got to work. Guess what? I still couldn't get the darn thing open. I have just spent oodles of time spraying the fan with Windex, which makes nice little mud balls that are really difficult to remove. I ended up using two butter knives as if they were chopsticks in order to stop the fan blade from revolving as I sprayed it. The whole thing is dripping in the sink.
All of which brings me to: I will be doing grocery shopping in the Noonday sun. Tonight is put out the trash for tomorrow's pick up and I like to put the packaging from the meats in the trash right before pick up. When I get back with the groceries, I'll see if the fan still works. Yes, I was very careful to not soak the motor. [Editor's note: the fan works!! And it's clean!]
By the way, today (May 20) is World Bee Day. Be nice to your bees.
Okay, I'm back. I put all of the perishables away and I'll break up the big containers of meat later. It's down to 85 F. with very gusty winds.
Here are some new blooms -- purple allium.
Happy Cinco de Mayo. May your chile con carne be to your liking and the mariachi in your kitchen be in tune.
I did it! I cleaned my sewing machine and it's a lot easier since I got these little screwdrivers. And I mean little -- they are about one inch tall. One is a flat head and the other is a phillips screwdriver. One of the women at The Lunch Bunch in Palm Desert had them. You get a flat metal solid triangle with your sewing machine toolkit but I find it particularly unwieldy.
While rummaging around in my sewing room, I found the original ticket for my Featherweight sewing machine. It's a small Singer sewing machine made for travel and I had thought mine was from 1950 but the tag says it's a 1940 model. Wow! It's ten years older than I am. It's a good little machine with only a straight stitch, no fancy shapes. It's a workhorse. There are people who collect these Featherweights and I met a woman who has 14 of them. I'm assuming she has a really big room to store them. I also met another woman who had one painted (they are usually black and gold) teal. It cost her $700 for the paint job and she put it in a glass case so her grandchildren wouldn't scratch it.
Deb and I had a great time in Cambridge viewing the paintings of the Sistine Chapel. The organizers of the exhibit had mounted really good photographs on canvas on an unseen metal framework. They were life sized which means really big as in about 10 feet tall and maybe 8 feet wide. Some such as Noah and the Ark were very wide, maybe 20 feet. Michelangelo certainly was enamored of the male figure. It was a lovely pop up exhibit and I enjoyed it a lot. Of course the experience was even better since Deb was there. Luckily, she walked me to my car in the underground garage. I couldn't find the blooming kiosk to pay my fee. She found it inside the mall, not inside the garage. Had I been alone, I would still be wandering around looking for it.
Spring has sprung, sort of. It has been quite cool but is beginning to warm up this week. We did have an 87 degree day a couple of weeks ago, but then it went to the 40s, 50s, and today 70s. All of the blooming cherry trees and other flowering trees are in bloom (magnolias, Chinese weeping cherry, etc.) and I saw some lovely creeping phlox today. Of course, my allergies are a royal pain. So I broke down and bought some Claritin D. You have to show an ID and sign for it. The darn package only has 10 pills in it. They are either very optimistic or they just want you to be making many trips to CVS. I've already had my fill of trips there. (They missed refilling a prescription and I had to make two trips.)
I've also had my fill of the Post Office. Today I asked the postmistress (maybe she's not in charge, but she has a desk in the back) if when I put in the forwarding order to Palm Springs, does that mean they tell my bank and others that my address has changed. I'm being bedeviled with emails telling me that the post office has told them I have changed my address. Her answer: I don't know. Well, gollleee, if she doesn't know, who does?












































