Monday, September 30, 2019
A trombone oops from Friday's pep band. You can see the dent between 9;30 and 11:30. There was a bend further in.
I drove with my daughter to the music store to leave it off for repair. Hopefully, it will be better soon. In the meantime, there will be some trombone switching off going on between Nora and Aaron.
This trombone was purchased in the spring. It was used, a step-up model for reasons I don't quite understand. Something about a trigger. And there was once again a Sunday afternoon trip, this time to someone's house.
Later this week it should be . .. . cooler. For now, temps continue in the 90's. Hard to believe. Fall will be short.
Saturday, September 21, 2019
At this week's retreat I took customer projects to work on but chose to spend a block of my time piecing a simple Halloween quilt to hang in my dining room during October. Using once again the Yellow Brick Road pattern from Joanne. It will be lap size, so if another year I do a more complicated piecing I can use this one as a throw.
Tomorrow - the autumn solstice. I have a pair of earrings that I enjoy wearing on the solstice days. Other days too, of course. Already the darkness comes so early during the evenings. Already the vine that twines around my porch railing is starting to get a little woody.
And tomorrow too, will be the first sermon for the new interim pastor at my church. I have deep hopes that he will have the wisdom for healing. I have agreed to be on the Worship Committee for the next couple of years and am hoping that I'll find some wisdom too.
On my facebook this morning, a picture of Aaron and his girl friend at Kings Island. He is in sixth grade, so this isn't a big romance, but they do enjoy doing things together. Apparently she convinced him to visit a couple of haunted houses at Kings Island, just like she convinced him to ride some of the big coasters earlier in the summer.
Last night I made the best cornbread, actually, I have to admit, more like a yellow cake with corn meal, it's that sweet.
Saturday, September 14, 2019
A weekly page from my planner. Marjolein Basein Nature's Inspiration.
A reminder that the days are moving on and that I have little to say, it seems. The usual for me. Some sewing jobs. Aaron's birthday, he is twelve.
In my mind, Nora is thirteen, but she tells me that she is fourteen. What kind of a grandma?
My car is burning oil at a rapid rate. I took it to the dealer yesterday and they said things look ok. And so, I will keep checking it. Like, every week. It has over 100,000 miles on it, which in my mind is barely broken in.
The days continue hot, high 80's for the next week and no rain. I had gotten out of the habit of watering my plants, need to get back in that habit.
Monday, September 9, 2019
The half time band performance, first time in uniform this year,
No eating when wearing the band uniforms. The kids are fed a meal before the game. The hat plumes are only for actual performances, not pregame shows. Things I have learned.
The opposing team's band lined up at the band concession stand after half time, which seemed nice and supportive. The weather was perfect, no rain this time.
I saw an online picture of a light red tee shirt saying, "What is the football team doing on the band field?"
This morning I hemmed six tee shirts and mended the seam on another shirt. In an effort to not procrastinate. Keep moving
Soon, I'll put clothes in the dryer. I've already rewashed them once, and I hate it when I do that.
Friday, September 6, 2019
Sitting here, feeling old.
I was leafing through the free magazine from a neighborhood grocery and saw this section about what's in the store.
I remember how happy my mother and grandmother were when the first dandelion greens popped up in the spring. They would wilt them with a bacon dressing and add hard boiled eggs.
These greens were so welcomed after a winter of no fresh veggies. My grandmother called them a tonic.
I can't admit to being a fan, but I enjoyed their delight. And now, to buy them in a store?
What would my mother say?
Wednesday, September 4, 2019
One more weekend picture. Visiting Colonel's Kitchen in Fort Thomas, where they cook the wonderful French toast and Brussels Sprouts.
Of course if you don't like that combination, they have a great list of sides. But I always choose the same one, with whatever else I order.
My goal for September is less fast food, but I don't consider this fast food. There are a few local places that still make the cut.
Tonight, though, an omelet and a salad. That works too.
Tuesday, September 3, 2019
If you're looking for a fall beer, and if this kind is to be found where you are, it's worth a try. Very smooth, just enough pumpkin flavor. But, the alcohol content is 10%, so go easy. It's good to share.
The holiday is over. The calendar page has turned. Weather has turned from high's in the 90's to highs in the 80's. It doesn't quite feel yet like time to bring out some yellow and orange touches, although displays outside the grocery say otherwise. Ceramic pumpkins and owls. Mums.
I have felt a bit overwhelmed with sewing projects for people, but I'm almost caught up. Sort of. There are a couple of projects ongoing and the phone has already rung. There is a baby quilt in process for my quilting group.
I am watching progress on a Ross store in my neighborhood. My friend says we will get new wardrobes. That, I sort of doubt, but it will be fun to have another option.
One option will be leaving, I guess that's how it goes. There is a Sears store beside the music store where Nora and I go for her music lesson. It will be closing by the end of the year. We have commented numerous times that it's a ghost store. But I will miss their Lands End section, just last week I got some good end-of-season bargains.
Monday, September 2, 2019
Aaron and Aunt Sarah after Aaron's football game. A good afternoon.
And all too soon it was Sunday and the car went up the hill and Sarah with dog Lucy were on their way home.
And now it is Monday and there is that emotional sag of the leaving, still.
Last night was the big Labor Day fireworks show on the Cincinnati river front. I didn't go, it is a huge crowd scene, although I've enjoyed the times I did go. Sarah went running Friday and Saturday and was amazed at the people reserving spots with blankets and tarps. I watched the show on tv, and that was good enough.
Sarah reported that the various Starbucks on the way home had long lines, until finally in Knoxville she was able to easily drive through with Lucy. I guess everyone wanted a pumpkin spice latte on September 1. Lucy had a puppuccino, which is a free Starbucks treat for dogs, whipped cream in a cup.