Covered Porches and Wooden Screen Doors

Over the weekend I completed my Mom’s “Springtime” Table runner.
I mailed it out on Monday. Odds are it won’t make it by Valentine’s Day, but at least my heart was in the right place. She can put in a Crock, or drape it over a basket. Neat lady. She’s can make something beautiful in ways I never think of.

No quilting last night. I had a meeting on Chelsey’s Spanish class field trip to Mexico. Looks like we’re pretty well set on that. I’m a little nervous, but it’s incredibly supervised, and she’ll learn tons.

It’s was –1 degree on the way to work this morning. It’s always dark on the trip. But even so, it’s funny how you pick out markers along the way. There are no streetlights until I get to the main highway. But there’s a house on the left hand side of the road--- just around a deep curve that always has an old man sitting at his kitchen table drinking his morning coffee. It’s a round kitchen table complete with a tablecloth. He’s there every morning. I drive by between 5:30 and 6:00 am. He’s up, looking at a newspaper from the day before. I count on him being there. I bet I could count on just one hand the number of times he hasn’t been in that chair, at that table. And if he’s not there—my heart jumps…and then I always exhale the next morning to find him sitting there.

Little things that make you slow down and think…

Gratitudes:
1. The family in the house on the left hand side of the road.
2. Homemade beef stew tonight for supper.
3. Lotion that softens dry hands…