My whole idea about chaining myself to the sewing machine didn't really work. I hadn't even had breakfast before I was in the living room shoving furniture around and vacuuming up the dust of ages that had collected under things that hadn't moved in a while. I can't figure out what, if anything, to do with my big, round, walnut coffee table. I love it, Grandpa Stephan made it for me when I was about 12 years old, and it's darned handy but it also really fills the middle of the room and makes it hard to walk from the front door into the kitchen in a straight line. Not that straight paths are all that interesting (ask Jens Jensen) and that isn't the way I come into the house most of the time but for some reason it's bothering me. I'll live with it for a week or so and see how I feel about it then. (I posted the computer desk, printer desk, and office chair in the back on Craigslist a couple weeks ago and on Next Door today so hopefully someone will come and take them off my hands and out of my living room soon.)Then I hauled the six suitcases I want to donate to the foster kids agency out onto the patio so I could spray them with 409 and then wash off most of the dirt but first I opened them all up, took out any small things left in them, and let the sun bake out some of the musty smell before I Febreezed the daylights out of them. And no chipmunk tried to move into one of the suitcases. I only found one sunflower seed in a case when I went out with the Febreeze and 409. DD & SIL1 said that when most foster kids get removed from their homes they don't have anything to carry their belongings in so they are given a garbage bag to pack in. No one, especially not a kid being taken from home, deserves to have to put their clothes in a black plastic bag, it has to make them feel like they're considered garbage too.
I also fiddled around with the placement of my new (old) kitchen table. I finally put the table straight and the chairs kind of off center because the chair seats are too wide to fit between the legs at the ends and in the center of the drop-leaf sides there's the gate leg so it's hard to sit there too. I'm so glad I decided to keep this table. Grandpa Stephan made it for Aunt B long ago. I'm not sure how it got from Miami to Green Bay but here it is. As you can see I lost no time covering the top of the table with a raft of crap. I'll be trying to overcome that impulse but not right now. I've got too much else to deal with at present.
I did sew. I just didn't get to it until this afternoon. I made a pair of bowl cozies for a
And I knitted too. After supper I sat down and finished the double-strand Bodhi Leaf Washcloth. I like it and it's definitely bigger than the single-strand one. Definitely bigger.
August 9--Il Bronzino, Portrait of Bia de'Medici. The little girl was dressed like an adult. She wore the same style dress that an adult woman would wear. She was decked out in pearls with a gold chatelaine chain loose around her waist. There were no tools or fobs on it yet but it appeared as if the adults in her life were getting her accustomed to the burdens her station in life demanded at a very early age.
T-t-t-that's all folks. I was bushed last night and I'm pretty darned tired tonight. I keep thinking that I'll bounce back faster now that Durwood is in a safe place where I don't have to listen for his every move and breath but DS told me yesterday that it's going to take months and I suspect that he's right. I'm very lucky to have my kids holding me up, helping me, and lending me an ear and a shoulder when I need it. Good job, me and Durwood, we raised some excellent adults. And now to bed.
--Barbara
1 comment:
No wonder you were bushed last night. That's a lot accomplished in one day -- and you did it all in one morning. Daddy's furniture always seemed so important to me but when we moved down here, I left several items behind. You just cannot keep everything so don't feel bad about giving someone else a chance to love it. At least that's what I tell myself. I did keep the cedar chest he made for mother's hope chest before they were married in 1927. Yes, you and D did raise a couple of special kids who've turned into special adults. Congrats to both of you.
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