tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69561498754672468702024-03-16T13:22:02.082-04:00Life Scraps and PatchesA frequently updated personal collection of the scraps and patches of my life.Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.comBlogger2569125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-73317311544826716262024-03-16T12:36:00.001-04:002024-03-16T12:36:09.236-04:00Bookcase<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhGL2upAXrE-52eMvMiNCQvNFc_-JSL89OjuaC1_FLAKqTmEqkNKen08csy59a9VvlZFt-im7YRUqbyb3SaUAU1-4xWiCQRN-rew6nkmfbvXCpa0uaG1Okg31S5vXr7nku7nNBEvbmZQRbLeE5kdUecEbd196FDJeQxa1QD61tgguX6f8mG6gr9ETi5A/s640/IMG_6338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhGL2upAXrE-52eMvMiNCQvNFc_-JSL89OjuaC1_FLAKqTmEqkNKen08csy59a9VvlZFt-im7YRUqbyb3SaUAU1-4xWiCQRN-rew6nkmfbvXCpa0uaG1Okg31S5vXr7nku7nNBEvbmZQRbLeE5kdUecEbd196FDJeQxa1QD61tgguX6f8mG6gr9ETi5A/s320/IMG_6338.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Not my art. The art on top of the bookcase was made by a friend and I've enjoyed it for the last many years. Make more art, Janelle! You're amazing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">There was a visitation this morning for a long time family friend. When my husband died - 28 years ago - she and her husband made the two-hour trip to bring my older daughter home. One of those things you don't forget.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And her daughter - hosted the rehearsal dinner for my older daughter's wedding. Another of those things you don't forget.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And her grandson took my very young grandchildren fishing in the lake behind his house.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">One of my former co-workers from the sewing machine store came to the visitation. An example of different paths crossing. </span> </p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-9860001323031097562024-03-15T11:51:00.002-04:002024-03-15T11:51:40.306-04:00The Bunny<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbjyZB-A4w1yPO_frE4uP4d7jv6dabaGaQ_QHSdeYqbrLSgZnjqArEuZM06egi_jIsMok-Mb2kD_oZzgA_2pu5pj7FIQvdIebAdO49HSavaS_GRk1sNBWOnhaicxfLO1f5mO5yKBUx5cco_WFU3FfHtLlotWfDBOePp7yVq3GyuP04t1vGngi7aREqhU/s1600/image000000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbjyZB-A4w1yPO_frE4uP4d7jv6dabaGaQ_QHSdeYqbrLSgZnjqArEuZM06egi_jIsMok-Mb2kD_oZzgA_2pu5pj7FIQvdIebAdO49HSavaS_GRk1sNBWOnhaicxfLO1f5mO5yKBUx5cco_WFU3FfHtLlotWfDBOePp7yVq3GyuP04t1vGngi7aREqhU/s320/image000000.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Last night I got a text from my neighbor telling me to look at the black bunny in my back yard.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The bunny spent quite a long time in my yard, nibbling on a rose bush and just hanging out. I've learned that it is a neighborhood pet, spending time in many neighbors' yards. Apparently it has a multi-colored friend as well.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Surely they were once pets. They have escaped the coyotes and must have learned to look both ways before they cross the street. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I guess a nice thing to do would be to toss out a few mini carrots.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And thinking of carrots, many years ago my across-the-street neighbor had a string of carrot lights that she would put out at Easter. I've looked for some since, but none of the carrot lights now look just right.</span></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-59149740666742779292024-03-14T10:01:00.002-04:002024-03-14T10:04:19.814-04:00Hope<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpcTZpb3vaDVVIND5iXR-QRVgCEpP5zMHeGBg-NQ1Je8XIwe8ZHELt1-keAC1M8m9QbZeVG4ZkiVJA2jsFpf2t2CnEkvLOl-ev3d3fJNiPtmxUYdZblhsat3ru2masJr-HzKXZ_EXB0ifeyLe99s2g16CcNAhMs6C1dbiw39CtmsqmQMxjhohHp_EDuY/s640/IMG_6327.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpcTZpb3vaDVVIND5iXR-QRVgCEpP5zMHeGBg-NQ1Je8XIwe8ZHELt1-keAC1M8m9QbZeVG4ZkiVJA2jsFpf2t2CnEkvLOl-ev3d3fJNiPtmxUYdZblhsat3ru2masJr-HzKXZ_EXB0ifeyLe99s2g16CcNAhMs6C1dbiw39CtmsqmQMxjhohHp_EDuY/s320/IMG_6327.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">The hope of marigolds in different colors.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The basil is slow to sprout, but it's starting to happen. And the ground cherries - should start appearing in 7 - 14 days. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">My plan for today is to plant more marigold seeds so they aren't all ready at the same time.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I know the peat pellets are small, so I'll be transplanting to little paper cups with potting soil. By that time the weather should be warm enough to put the little plants on the back porch, covering them at night if necessary.</span></p><p><br /></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-4660162223231953612024-03-11T14:27:00.002-04:002024-03-11T14:30:03.337-04:00It Happened<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-1sEm8qjZtNQbaKVab8nj4XqVn03318eSPeYccKYrclvrhfiEyxzUoggvpQqr7-HK2iV73eXyeO93y26J5dsbGAIaiJhS517Bw5kCIItPsX2jWtPYWuIA1UzeJXctiYKKz6yMpHLiYn0VEtSlmY8NuBgtUTCgVWn-QLYjfOFvB6h15IKhZ8pJP0SGuY/s640/IMG_6323.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="602" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-1sEm8qjZtNQbaKVab8nj4XqVn03318eSPeYccKYrclvrhfiEyxzUoggvpQqr7-HK2iV73eXyeO93y26J5dsbGAIaiJhS517Bw5kCIItPsX2jWtPYWuIA1UzeJXctiYKKz6yMpHLiYn0VEtSlmY8NuBgtUTCgVWn-QLYjfOFvB6h15IKhZ8pJP0SGuY/s320/IMG_6323.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">For the first time in a very long time, I've made something. The sewing machine and I are friends once again.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The pattern is Be Mine Heart Zipper Pouch. Fabric is Buttercup and Slate by Corey Yoder for Moda. The other side has more yellow. This bag uses a mini charm pack and a matching fat quarter.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Quick lesson: Mini charm packs are 2 1/2" squares, 42 in all, that have all the fabrics in a collection. Some are duplicated. A fat quarter is 18" x 22" - a quarter of a yard cut differently than usual. Moda is a fabric company with really nice fabrics, you won't go wrong with Moda.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Totally different, I've started a comforter top to be knotted. Some of the fabrics were donated to Mennonite Central Committee, some are from my stash. Because I'm making it, it will be bright.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Laying out the design means a lot of sitting on the floor, and a lot of getting up off the floor. A reminder that I have a long way to go.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I'm also reminding myself, though, that I'm not the only almost-80-year-old struggling with getting off the floor.</span></p><p><br /></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-69438169383150458812024-03-09T14:15:00.001-05:002024-03-09T14:18:49.185-05:00Thirty Minutes<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieX4d2wfOIVJ7A7VIUgHB74SDfr9Q4iZIwwKoSnBsax7K2xW82YAql3GO4DytUHdL4M7AnEkVy2olIkxRAiFdAfjpcrxTUtFCZXntSD8YCCejCMgMZ8vbAfh9yu5MvPB0xlXSWsQveYlEEI-sxrkCYpiMxpIcQSvpN9o-66dSfc9_2b1rF0KSpHSs3sCA/s640/IMG_6309.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="538" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieX4d2wfOIVJ7A7VIUgHB74SDfr9Q4iZIwwKoSnBsax7K2xW82YAql3GO4DytUHdL4M7AnEkVy2olIkxRAiFdAfjpcrxTUtFCZXntSD8YCCejCMgMZ8vbAfh9yu5MvPB0xlXSWsQveYlEEI-sxrkCYpiMxpIcQSvpN9o-66dSfc9_2b1rF0KSpHSs3sCA/s320/IMG_6309.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Thirty minute walk today in my hilly urban neighborhood My ears were cold when I got back, it was a breezy 49 degrees. If you enlarge the picture you can see the Cincinnati skyline in the background.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">When I got home my oxygen level was 94. After a minute, 96.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I'm pleased about this. Two months ago at the doctor's office I couldn't complete the six minute walk test. When my son-in-law dropped me off in front of the building I had to sit in a lobby chair when I waited for him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Day to day, there sometimes seems like little improvement. Sometimes it's nice to see a bigger picture.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-56702363377203330642024-03-07T13:10:00.004-05:002024-03-07T13:14:55.303-05:00RBG<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7_teCWjlR79eXb8UaXlL9XfGjDcxxYhQ4FC9RNzjEwlpysOYsZxG7rQnxWzO049n_ysgoqc-BWNvqHITAq8TQEDWUPNvW8ZYVmfuRux6SgZrpj9tBsW-6u8-YNLRB9Az-KuaBrF2N9I2J3ABjuDO8gjU0CFBgEegHU4F6xMOZpYeZpkyGDZp5iWlp7I/s640/IMG_6308.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="470" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7_teCWjlR79eXb8UaXlL9XfGjDcxxYhQ4FC9RNzjEwlpysOYsZxG7rQnxWzO049n_ysgoqc-BWNvqHITAq8TQEDWUPNvW8ZYVmfuRux6SgZrpj9tBsW-6u8-YNLRB9Az-KuaBrF2N9I2J3ABjuDO8gjU0CFBgEegHU4F6xMOZpYeZpkyGDZp5iWlp7I/s320/IMG_6308.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><span><span style="font-size: large;">These </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">were among those offered at the post office today when I picked up stamps. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I remember where I was when I got the news that RBG had died. Do others? I was sitting on the high school bleachers in early evening, waiting for a marching band presentation when my phone chimed. And I knew that life would look different after that evening. If I'm remembering right, it was a chilly evening, with rain starting. The band presentation was moved inside.</span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">I sat in back with my mask, not comfortable being in a crowded auditorium but really wanting to see my drum major grand daughter conduct. It was early Covid days. My grand daughter stood on a folding chair to conduct. </span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have no desire to incorporate politics in my blog, so I'll just say that my grand daughter is in college now. She is considering marching band in the fall. Perhaps trying out a different instrument.</span></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></div>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-82987295903555435302024-03-06T11:57:00.002-05:002024-03-06T13:16:56.029-05:00Little Zipper Bag<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYqB0B7kqja4xZOcZdWShdm6460rC6DJnexW3LS0XiOX2rhn8aW7ZxTL-Xookj3m37X-b3NRd4F4ZSbcPEbcti9wvT8TsFygEvwpejCO01R-oz98PsX0w1Zom0agx4ZyU4ZH2jWZh0tK-H9IruRoFgVa7k1GbKKLAT7bpHkL9wtDZvisUbh8lksHN_po/s640/IMG_6304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="640" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYqB0B7kqja4xZOcZdWShdm6460rC6DJnexW3LS0XiOX2rhn8aW7ZxTL-Xookj3m37X-b3NRd4F4ZSbcPEbcti9wvT8TsFygEvwpejCO01R-oz98PsX0w1Zom0agx4ZyU4ZH2jWZh0tK-H9IruRoFgVa7k1GbKKLAT7bpHkL9wtDZvisUbh8lksHN_po/s320/IMG_6304.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">The front of a little zipper bag - because I have to start some where. 10 1/2" x 8 1/2".</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">After that will come piecing the top of a comforter for the church group to knot. In a perfect world, two tops. We'll see. I have squares cut out for one of them - from before - probably in November. From donated fabric.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And then, hypothetically, a worship Easter banner for church. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Easter is early this year - March 31, as I've mentioned before. And for those who keep track of those things, Reds Opening Day is March 28.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I so enjoy listening to a baseball game while sewing. Two of my favorite things, and the time just passes so pleasantly.</span></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-92211777042532050702024-03-02T21:57:00.001-05:002024-03-02T21:57:21.104-05:00Snare Drum<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMab86C_JcZMCB3C658ReLyGuSBMMqzHrpL-3nis4HAHJt5ylY1QK3Do5-Xwja96U1tfuoCF5e0jqhIhIl8B1KPpNbt_rlBnfjXs23rDV0Cgd057lPWz_TatsOO0EHoYKy1wRjQOer4rbZqkMYuWzNlI9TbMyli9eEkfCnHQ0MkLT3V0gJSaBUN_WFj0/s640/IMG_9353.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMab86C_JcZMCB3C658ReLyGuSBMMqzHrpL-3nis4HAHJt5ylY1QK3Do5-Xwja96U1tfuoCF5e0jqhIhIl8B1KPpNbt_rlBnfjXs23rDV0Cgd057lPWz_TatsOO0EHoYKy1wRjQOer4rbZqkMYuWzNlI9TbMyli9eEkfCnHQ0MkLT3V0gJSaBUN_WFj0/s320/IMG_9353.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Aaron and me at Mason High School at Music for All. His Symphonic Band was one of the first performances of the day. It wasn't a competition, but they did get evaluated. I missed his other concerts this year, and I did want to hear the snare drum and other percussion instruments he played. (The snare drum was awesome.)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And no, I'm not short. I'm not as tall as I once was, but I'm not short. It's just that Aaron is - tall.</span></p><p><br /></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-1089782221340694472024-03-01T14:56:00.003-05:002024-03-01T15:02:51.816-05:00Button Eyes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitOlpLSJEv1KIwuaZLRg-YewgcNdlBfGtaMqtH9YkJWSvCO96HZNBxpD2jtDsyLebbUFE2EG4KcnDHJboMcQ6KxELsnA2xmowIZEQjTHg70U8R5ij75jjffBerRXGdk45fj5KcBTiO2Mr_94TjfXbh9NM76dhA26pTAQzadxiqzOkEgeXcMPmCDzifqrQ/s640/IMG_6293.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitOlpLSJEv1KIwuaZLRg-YewgcNdlBfGtaMqtH9YkJWSvCO96HZNBxpD2jtDsyLebbUFE2EG4KcnDHJboMcQ6KxELsnA2xmowIZEQjTHg70U8R5ij75jjffBerRXGdk45fj5KcBTiO2Mr_94TjfXbh9NM76dhA26pTAQzadxiqzOkEgeXcMPmCDzifqrQ/s320/IMG_6293.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">The unembellished fish got their button eyes, and the wall hanging is finished. Once it's delivered to its new owner I can show you the finished quilt.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I'm sitting over here just breathing. Feeling joy that this delayed quilt is finished. Feeling a little sad because I've lived with it so long and now it will be leaving. Feeling more than a little sad that it wasn't the promised Christmas gift. Feeling validated that little goals make a project come together. And feeling amazed, too, that when I started there was none of this, just an idea in my head of what could happen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It was truly a "build the bridge as you walk on it" project. Cutting up that first swim suit was so, so scary. Figuring out how to incorporate the slithery glittery Lycra into quilt form took longer than I thought it should. I didn't know if using free motion for the applique would work.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">But here we are, and this afternoon I'm just breathing.</span></p><p><br /></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-22536080564389678052024-02-28T19:37:00.003-05:002024-02-28T19:37:33.055-05:00Compression<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuWc4rffGpqqr-o5zrmsMVR9MOZo_lPIto83BzFHgtFJBDKt3TtOti7_AAEiGDISBVPV39XJAibv0CTMoJY3TWnc9hSSOekWehX8ilZsTEkJDb-xk2UKzgJiZgQqcFjeQ5Sd8JXjS0pjY1riBq15ZyRQ5-fMoWUTIjqmlUUvjOPwj85QQjcu9fKfoy5Eg/s640/IMG_6282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuWc4rffGpqqr-o5zrmsMVR9MOZo_lPIto83BzFHgtFJBDKt3TtOti7_AAEiGDISBVPV39XJAibv0CTMoJY3TWnc9hSSOekWehX8ilZsTEkJDb-xk2UKzgJiZgQqcFjeQ5Sd8JXjS0pjY1riBq15ZyRQ5-fMoWUTIjqmlUUvjOPwj85QQjcu9fKfoy5Eg/s320/IMG_6282.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><span style="font-size: large;">I never thought there would be compression socks with my name on them, but here we are. At least they aren't ugly, and there are more colors in the package, so there's that.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">This was going to be the day I painted around the last fish on the wall hanging, but then I saw one more fish hanging out that needed paint. So, tomorrow. Then some of those fish will get button eyes and that will be that.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">You never asked, but don't get Michael's house brand of fabric paint. Those little bottles are enticing, but you'll wish you'd bought the Tulip brand.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">My church will be having a 50th anniversary celebration in October and I've been asked to do a "big" banner for that. So far, no information about what the theme will be or how big is "big." Time is getting short for planning and making, so I'll just have to start on my own.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">And now I'm thinking that I have these lovely bottles of fabric paint, so maybe I can incorporate some paint. That's how these things work. And there are fifty little black buttons in the package and I only need eight.</span></div>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-34716321869005068472024-02-26T17:54:00.003-05:002024-02-26T17:57:07.146-05:00Dreaming<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVFs-JZA9ktHrOFzMa8aSCzUBRDwFWiSp0qutkoQo7FrqIpW8o7x41AC4odVVDXew7y66nSoSCGQNiy7F_8cEscbyOGemF4pFrG6vJFe8Z0HThrERbfz6DovTXy4N3hTDuVzlK2oco6ik99lILijcNE_t4ponkw9qTHxDncxKYSdhwbbl0R-pb73PqK1k/s640/IMG_6276.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVFs-JZA9ktHrOFzMa8aSCzUBRDwFWiSp0qutkoQo7FrqIpW8o7x41AC4odVVDXew7y66nSoSCGQNiy7F_8cEscbyOGemF4pFrG6vJFe8Z0HThrERbfz6DovTXy4N3hTDuVzlK2oco6ik99lILijcNE_t4ponkw9qTHxDncxKYSdhwbbl0R-pb73PqK1k/s320/IMG_6276.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Of course there will be other seeds, on other days, but these are the ones that came in the mail today. Summer squash that are, hopefully, more bushy than vine-y, although they will need to be staked. Marigolds in a blush color. My favorite basil. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It's the time of the year for dreaming, especially on days like today when the temperature almost reached 70 and the sun was shining. Tomorrow, perhaps, I'll start those marigolds and the basil in little peat pellets. The squash need fewer days to planting, and the nasturtium do best directly seeded into the flower bed.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In mid March the rest of the order will come - a gooseberry plant. It's my personal do over. In my last house there was a row of gooseberries beside the driveway. I liked those gooseberries and made a pie or two. My husband, though, didn't like the way they looked and one day I came home to find him digging them out. Grrrr. I don't know why it's taken sixteen years of living in this house before I planted my own gooseberry, which is supposed to grow to be a large plant.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">There will be another do over for my daughter. My uncle always had ground cherries. I don't know whether he planted them every year or whether they reseeded, but they are an annual. Every year at Thanksgiving there would be ground cherry pie, and every year my daughter ate pumpkin pie instead. Now she is sorry that she never tried that pie. I'm not sure how many ground cherry plants it takes to make a pie, but hopefully there will be enough.</span></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com16Q3Q4GQG+3P-8.8623503 135.5268125-37.172584136178841 100.3705625 19.447883536178846 170.6830625tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-76630087685502130672024-02-25T11:22:00.004-05:002024-02-25T11:28:07.282-05:00Thankfully Negative<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9B7CP3QB3P419IeO-TxusM9PdyvqYG_qekwwV42Ee4krNFYgDA6gOP-Y3VHVtnyLpAvLriIhwSAFYeDOjvjgH6tvXID-ZLrcADCnXoPhqAachvmAoDq5tqe3WFtCapuH4eHG8bGt-niCDKNS3TvK8BLoPelw67MtsiB4HlSECZvtaplXfiacvUtZzXTo/s640/IMG_6272.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="452" data-original-width="640" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9B7CP3QB3P419IeO-TxusM9PdyvqYG_qekwwV42Ee4krNFYgDA6gOP-Y3VHVtnyLpAvLriIhwSAFYeDOjvjgH6tvXID-ZLrcADCnXoPhqAachvmAoDq5tqe3WFtCapuH4eHG8bGt-niCDKNS3TvK8BLoPelw67MtsiB4HlSECZvtaplXfiacvUtZzXTo/s320/IMG_6272.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The morning after comforter knotting last week, I got an email from one of the participants that she had tested positive for Covid. I hoped that since I had Covid at Christmas I had good antibodies.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Five days later, it appears that's what happened. (Apparently, the newest strains have a shorter incubation period than the original one.)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">This morning I made a snack mix using Pickapeppa Sauce. It's an adaptation from a Southern Living recipe, less spicy than the original. It's still plenty spicy.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">1/2 5 oz bottle Pickapeppa Sauce, 1/2 cup butter, 1/2 cup light <span> </span>brown sugar, 1 tsp chili powder, 3/4 tsp cayenne pepper, 1 <span> </span><span> </span>tsp kosher salt, 6 cups Rice Chex, 4 cups pretzels, 12 oz can <span> </span><span> </span>salted peanuts</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Combine pretzels, Rice Chex, and peanuts in a large bowl. In a sauce pan, heat Peckapeppa Sauce, butter, light brown sugar, and spices. Pour half of heated mixture over dry mixture in large bowl, stirring gently. Add remaining heated mixture. Spread mixture on two rimmed baking sheets lined with parchment paper. Bake about an hour and fifteen minutes, 250 degrees, stirring every 15 minutes and rotating baking sheets after 45 minutes. Let cool on baking sheets for thirty minutes.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">By the way, "Smear" was a good first Wordle word. (See yesterday's post.)</span></p><p> </p><p><span><span> </span><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-16510225573134485652024-02-24T22:02:00.000-05:002024-02-24T22:02:03.612-05:00Last One<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmV1Cu_NPQs68daXWrViAMLaGrQVkSDDk4yiQijhH62O4Rh7jwax38DABcRLhENF_lBKK897L-6CUhMkd2ny9a2XTJ6b70gjUliiej5SAEnqiCWV3iFcfAMHrbcM-WZPGtCrZwSInlV2OxzBVHSKGYzD1pleWwvVYB0-GtexniDNTafOLp935z_nxMR0A/s640/IMG_6270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="640" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmV1Cu_NPQs68daXWrViAMLaGrQVkSDDk4yiQijhH62O4Rh7jwax38DABcRLhENF_lBKK897L-6CUhMkd2ny9a2XTJ6b70gjUliiej5SAEnqiCWV3iFcfAMHrbcM-WZPGtCrZwSInlV2OxzBVHSKGYzD1pleWwvVYB0-GtexniDNTafOLp935z_nxMR0A/s320/IMG_6270.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">What an amazing thing. After way too long, all the fish are appliqued on the wall hanging.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">This was the last, and one of the prettiest. And one of the thickest and most rigid. I couldn't use my quilter for it but the ruler foot on my sewing machine worked fine. There was also some hand sewing involved for those fish with beading that came up to the edge.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's an amazing feeling to have come this far. The wall hanging was supposed to be a Christmas gift but we know how that turned out. It was one of the things that bothered me in the hospital, the knowing that someone would be disappointed.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">But here we are. What is left now is to outline some of the fish with glittery fabric paint. I'll need to be patient because the paint takes several hours to dry so I can only do a row at a time. I don't want any smears. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hmmm, that could be a first Wordle word - smear. I'll try it tomorrow.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-68517064496208727702024-02-22T17:24:00.003-05:002024-02-22T17:24:36.273-05:00Maintenance<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTgd-KW9VatMNhXyFNs9DsG0jjZK5o92RDF-TWR_BKu31oi64lOpWIrfiDhDcxEYhyphenhyphenaCMh2f65SK5hHZHOBZiQB-lOixqQk_7SIQtFbppPMdA3NYl8ksxHv3blwh-91689tYB8E6mBpvHqR28IoFH_j_zngfsJt08x5U6MaEG_hyphenhyphenE43HoQzEl-K-GtLo/s640/IMG_6267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="618" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTgd-KW9VatMNhXyFNs9DsG0jjZK5o92RDF-TWR_BKu31oi64lOpWIrfiDhDcxEYhyphenhyphenaCMh2f65SK5hHZHOBZiQB-lOixqQk_7SIQtFbppPMdA3NYl8ksxHv3blwh-91689tYB8E6mBpvHqR28IoFH_j_zngfsJt08x5U6MaEG_hyphenhyphenE43HoQzEl-K-GtLo/s320/IMG_6267.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">My car went in for its first service this morning. And now it's lovely and washed. The first service is complementary, probably to show customers what a nice job they do. Including washing the car.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">That isn't my car in the picture, it's a car in the show room. For months the show room had been empty of cars. I guess production finally caught up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">One more thing on my list of postponed things can be crossed off.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Sitting in the show room (I like to sit there instead of in the small waiting room) I realized that in my hurrying to get out the door I'd forgotten to eat breakfast. Never even thought of it. It's been ten days since my last prednisone pill, and I can tell a difference in my appetite. I'm much less apt to look for a snack between meals and I'm not always thinking about the next meal.</span> </p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-57204065223526835822024-02-20T13:31:00.003-05:002024-02-24T22:15:14.951-05:00Comforters<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEHwAWChIrmGUVYFmmz8eJuZO0I-hUYnC3VnsnFtRiy8ZsVMJRZpoS9HcBjsrHDD7ygQwsF51VNGhIS8tnO2vSXczA1UAKEVKtUCnJn3Lh3-jNLNM6_3gcnPUMb9I8fTpbY2mpb8_U0jmOfJTcPvTDDu33WQznRpLip-ZNxJ7DHp2KGnAWX052aLatkE/s640/IMG_6262%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="506" data-original-width="640" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEHwAWChIrmGUVYFmmz8eJuZO0I-hUYnC3VnsnFtRiy8ZsVMJRZpoS9HcBjsrHDD7ygQwsF51VNGhIS8tnO2vSXczA1UAKEVKtUCnJn3Lh3-jNLNM6_3gcnPUMb9I8fTpbY2mpb8_U0jmOfJTcPvTDDu33WQznRpLip-ZNxJ7DHp2KGnAWX052aLatkE/s320/IMG_6262%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We knotted two comforters in the church basement this morning. There were eight of us, a perfect number, and in two hours we were finished.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">After I drove up at home I sat in the warm car for a while and enjoyed the sunshine. And then took a short walk.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">This afternoon I'll work on church council minutes, never an easy job for me. And then, we'll see.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was thinking this morning about Aaron in his younger preschool days. He called his teacher into the bathroom where he was looking in the mirror. And he said, "Miss Judy, I can't find my eyebrows." Perils of a pale red=head.</span></div><br /> <br />Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-17797967537318969852024-02-19T22:50:00.001-05:002024-02-19T22:50:17.987-05:00Back in Business<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtMGGb0CnUJKH4AFIMkwpb81i3q8RB4hEyAJPjvfb3eyY2-iCo5bfu_J2Qoo9VSJB1XcjdubTpjYHSKlbUfmH-UR4JdyzM8nPumFbdLEOg9jXESc9kG8Dx65qFPwXKBb71uGIEUzSAcwAjjcGZb8v87wmojRLuSR09dVRIJvdG6inV8dqzN5wNhzj9U8o/s640/IMG_6254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtMGGb0CnUJKH4AFIMkwpb81i3q8RB4hEyAJPjvfb3eyY2-iCo5bfu_J2Qoo9VSJB1XcjdubTpjYHSKlbUfmH-UR4JdyzM8nPumFbdLEOg9jXESc9kG8Dx65qFPwXKBb71uGIEUzSAcwAjjcGZb8v87wmojRLuSR09dVRIJvdG6inV8dqzN5wNhzj9U8o/s320/IMG_6254.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes things happen. I've learned to tighten the needle on my quilter before I start quilting, every time. That lesson was learned when a needle fell into the bobbin case when the screw loosened. The needle broke and the result was a trip to the repair shop. Don't get me wrong - I love the sewing machine repair technician, but I'd rather just stop in to say hello.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Lesson learned this time: after putting in a new bobbin, lower the hand wheel to make sure all is well. It wasn't, and once again the needle broke when it struck the bobbin case. The bobbin case jammed, it was really stuck.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I ignored it for about a week. Finally today I removed the throat plate and had a better view and was able to pop out the bobbin case with a small screw driver. I can't recommend this kind of repair, but this time it worked for me. Amazingly, the machine was still in time and I could continue on with my project.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Number of fish left to quilt: ten</span>.</p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-50195748333323347272024-02-18T18:22:00.002-05:002024-02-18T18:25:34.692-05:00Scraps<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LbLI6oYEs3YUm0qvOBfRigePg4Q46rLaK5Qz-OcTBgC0_rsp0S80yJBk-9cAIVCtvsgAkZRXotbRe0-slTSYfDkUad92EPWa4ON2dxLqfzWzuLzslBUaawWKq5J8KoJU9TXSZBEtI64NFy4fme2UIryXdpxqXqRxOQ0swg0sYEwzayGW-aJiPq6u6Zk/s640/IMG_6252.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="560" data-original-width="640" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LbLI6oYEs3YUm0qvOBfRigePg4Q46rLaK5Qz-OcTBgC0_rsp0S80yJBk-9cAIVCtvsgAkZRXotbRe0-slTSYfDkUad92EPWa4ON2dxLqfzWzuLzslBUaawWKq5J8KoJU9TXSZBEtI64NFy4fme2UIryXdpxqXqRxOQ0swg0sYEwzayGW-aJiPq6u6Zk/s320/IMG_6252.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">At last, I made a visit to the cute little quilt shop in Latonia called Around the Corner. It's a small shop but filled with goodies everywhere. After looking, and looking again, I was starting to get overwhelmed and ended up getting two patterns for small zipper bags. I do love a good bag pattern.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Then I noticed a tray of scrap bags, packaged in white. Of course I had to get one. Maybe even more than a good bag pattern, I love a mysterious scrap bag, especially one priced at $5.00. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I'm rarely disappointed with a scrap bag and this one was no exception. Someone else's scraps are always better. I should embroider that on a sampler.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I especially like the white strips, just ready for binding something small.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks to my sister for the Christmas gift certificate. And I have enough left for another visit.</span></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-18674651968401441442024-02-16T20:11:00.004-05:002024-02-16T20:14:00.123-05:00The Last of It<p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjdnzjmtDjcmRnaxrxMmCRpiCFZoOb_lSQh49fX7MW2fpJdWGf3TyNyyIKkDhyphenhyphenC07L20z0Q6lHz_Z4uX7z7_OUrGU-gjRpEbfj2F-YAQj2_XPV59G2m_C8ah31qg1XhRKH76cGV9SsIHOze2AZQGyMdVJ6BvlBCjnbtl2bTia_FPMcd9Og1IcJKd9xnc/s640/IMG_6243.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjdnzjmtDjcmRnaxrxMmCRpiCFZoOb_lSQh49fX7MW2fpJdWGf3TyNyyIKkDhyphenhyphenC07L20z0Q6lHz_Z4uX7z7_OUrGU-gjRpEbfj2F-YAQj2_XPV59G2m_C8ah31qg1XhRKH76cGV9SsIHOze2AZQGyMdVJ6BvlBCjnbtl2bTia_FPMcd9Og1IcJKd9xnc/s320/IMG_6243.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">After more weeks than I even know about, I've taken the last of the prednisone and accompanying antibiotic. Fingers crossed that after the long taper my body won't miss it.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I'd feel like a normal person again, except (a) my doctor discontinued my synthetic hormone because of the blood clot, (b) my lung doctor prescribed an antibiotic by nebulizer because the bacterial culprit that caused the pneumonia is a stubborn one, and (c) the eye doctor added a drop.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In the spirit of keeping track of things, the blood thinner medication has been reduced from two pills twice a day to one pill twice a day.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I'm not a fan of the nebulizer because it takes half an hour in the morning and half an hour at night. But it's only for 28 days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">That's quite enough about that. It's snowing tonight, just flurries. We've had so little snow this winter, and this one is so light and pretty.</span></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-29781661110402976052024-02-14T13:22:00.001-05:002024-02-14T13:22:18.440-05:00Happy Valentine's Day<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijV2BehziGzpBye-7cQC5tvMWr-fFIkp1YoKe9Sqoam7SiLAsg68G90aLv_U4gcn4hJi0uJOd4qFt9FKZnvkynnyB440jAkXOLhdevaGRRTC_EVXrlXK5MfnNzcAwjgJLIfTzdJguy_RRgKFCjMaPRIYa8vDeQTewcwroN_uBiUdNBoKgBjTvaOi9II1U/s640/IMG_6248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="640" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijV2BehziGzpBye-7cQC5tvMWr-fFIkp1YoKe9Sqoam7SiLAsg68G90aLv_U4gcn4hJi0uJOd4qFt9FKZnvkynnyB440jAkXOLhdevaGRRTC_EVXrlXK5MfnNzcAwjgJLIfTzdJguy_RRgKFCjMaPRIYa8vDeQTewcwroN_uBiUdNBoKgBjTvaOi9II1U/s320/IMG_6248.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. I'm trying to remember if I've seen Valentine's Day and the first day of Lent fall on the same day before - not in my recent memory. Lent is early this year.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Trivia: the earliest day Lent can start is February 4. The latest day Lent can start is March 10.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">My Valentine's Day secret, which now isn't a secret any more, is that I buy a pair of earrings for myself for Valentine's Day. Earrings are my favorite jewelry (remember the earlier post about those orphan earrings.)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Less now, since I don't have a work place, I would feel sort of bad on Valentine's Day when coworkers were showing off flowers or pretty jewelry. Then I decided that I could gift myself flowers on the day but that didn't feel quite right. Earrings are always right!</span></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-47688938801279540592024-02-13T21:49:00.002-05:002024-02-13T21:57:16.419-05:00Not a King Cake<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFZAuR1JWkH3VwR_fVlXgY-zWsJZaffxeoRZtPUh9JbieIU3egX80HssOxTMx3qG7ZxTOii6amTwTXPIrgezRgJwKeMzC9Hl8Gjfda0lB6o_Nj9vPFAl6duraUKqS14q7gDKeGZc2fKi5EKrk816NAvcfHk4AfYVTazp5Un75TMnqk7QQpKkcIqrdRMI/s640/IMG_6244.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="550" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFZAuR1JWkH3VwR_fVlXgY-zWsJZaffxeoRZtPUh9JbieIU3egX80HssOxTMx3qG7ZxTOii6amTwTXPIrgezRgJwKeMzC9Hl8Gjfda0lB6o_Nj9vPFAl6duraUKqS14q7gDKeGZc2fKi5EKrk816NAvcfHk4AfYVTazp5Un75TMnqk7QQpKkcIqrdRMI/s320/IMG_6244.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It's Fat Tuesday and this year I didn't order a king cake. I did look at the Graeter's website - I should have looked on the app. Life is complicated sometimes.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">But I made this big 9" cinnamon roll instead. It's a King Arthur recipe and a little different from most bread recipes. Butter is incorporated into the dough while it's mixing and after rising the dough rests in the refrigerator. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I even got to use a spring form pan that has been waiting for years to be used again. No plastic babies or Mardi Gras beads were used in the presentation, however.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It's too late in the day to share with neighbors, but tomorrow it can be a Valentine trea</span><span style="font-size: large;">t.</span> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-54698328954529972392024-02-12T15:17:00.001-05:002024-02-12T15:19:51.222-05:00Earrings<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKvIoRHtAhdnpALZ1E7bvM84S-Hah9bn4odDJ4tQ21m-QyQGhEnPRwy_w9DvefHzkHbeG03-WVOf__1PFfaEocNTjEsCQg9N6vQyak1M3xQfuB7l9MUkyJ47QBAreN4WAMqFxAbW_Pwai0uSi8cQEmGeLLelTn0FE7GmvpBGp_QStB0TV-zfvUFdsQPU/s640/IMG_6242.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKvIoRHtAhdnpALZ1E7bvM84S-Hah9bn4odDJ4tQ21m-QyQGhEnPRwy_w9DvefHzkHbeG03-WVOf__1PFfaEocNTjEsCQg9N6vQyak1M3xQfuB7l9MUkyJ47QBAreN4WAMqFxAbW_Pwai0uSi8cQEmGeLLelTn0FE7GmvpBGp_QStB0TV-zfvUFdsQPU/s320/IMG_6242.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">My jewelry box has twenty-four small square-shaped divisions on its top layer and today I decided to sort through them. Procrastinating. On letter writing and walking and reading through materials for a Zoom meeting tonight. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Try as I might to put both my earrings in the same little box when I swap them out, some always end up separated. It's like the earrings have a party and some go home with other partners. And the ones in the picture - their partners never could find their way home. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">At my primary care doctor this morning, l learned that the blood thinner that I'm taking doesn't require dietary restrictions like the older ones do. And so, I'll be trying out a new recipe for a spinach and mushroom quiche for dinner.</span></p><p><br /></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-76382348966336635942024-02-11T21:45:00.003-05:002024-02-11T21:47:15.273-05:00Cover or Not?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3BBVGU0fiNEnWgBBH07oEXnveRga3Jq9-I-cskcLonXDYZ-y4gRO-DdWVywvrQlJVDQPl_cUJH_Dd7YoNH-JSBwPsR3H29yZCb6zHvNKszRJj_DTRzWIvNtTR2I8J_Kb7zhurH6CyMoIkK8N22ygUdKXq0kPpdROxM1vpKbQ_PI-vgA4W_8ejQiDBPA/s640/IMG_6240.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3BBVGU0fiNEnWgBBH07oEXnveRga3Jq9-I-cskcLonXDYZ-y4gRO-DdWVywvrQlJVDQPl_cUJH_Dd7YoNH-JSBwPsR3H29yZCb6zHvNKszRJj_DTRzWIvNtTR2I8J_Kb7zhurH6CyMoIkK8N22ygUdKXq0kPpdROxM1vpKbQ_PI-vgA4W_8ejQiDBPA/s320/IMG_6240.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Last week we had such lovely warm weather that encouraged this plant on my front porch to throw out new growth.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Then today when I started my car the screen told me that we have a winter weather advisory for tomorrow evening. I don't know whether to try to cover this new growth or to let it survive, or not, on its own. Of course I don't know the name of the plant, with its feathery shoots.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I suspect that if the new growth dies, the plant will try again later. If any of my gardener friends have advice or know what this plant is, please let me know.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Usually on Sunday night I plan my goals for the coming week, but after last week's unexpectedly unmet goals I don't feel like setting new goals this week. Maybe I'll just recycle the previous week's unmet goals and call it good. Or maybe in the morning I'll add more.</span></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-12979316656815454572024-02-10T13:00:00.002-05:002024-02-10T13:00:54.842-05:00Special Valentine<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8l6vN3hawirI81nh0_lYarpIeUYFQJElDXeUpah7Sgau8XvIpoDGSB8_MSAjiKi9w1PYFX76Ba8IeuiFxZcpIhMHW5nu51-9R1l1pPBLpGy0i1aIxWJvU5VDqGhEtBdgXzW6sPJZZTxVoxcmMk8Ve_iImJxSVlYHB1PINoivTLMnwzSU00ERvK83yR-E/s640/IMG_6238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8l6vN3hawirI81nh0_lYarpIeUYFQJElDXeUpah7Sgau8XvIpoDGSB8_MSAjiKi9w1PYFX76Ba8IeuiFxZcpIhMHW5nu51-9R1l1pPBLpGy0i1aIxWJvU5VDqGhEtBdgXzW6sPJZZTxVoxcmMk8Ve_iImJxSVlYHB1PINoivTLMnwzSU00ERvK83yR-E/s320/IMG_6238.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><p><br /></p><span style="font-size: large;">It was so special to get this Valentine in the mail from a very young friend. As in, a first-grader friend.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">How many of us remember the joy and anticipation of making Valentine boxes or bags to take to our classrooms in the week preceding Valentine's Day? I think most parents encouraged their children to take a Valentine for everyone in the class, so everyone had lots of Valentines to open at the class party.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">That class party was much looked forward to. A time with no studies. Some snacks, usually sweet. And opening those cards.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">If you haven't sent a Valentine, or two, yet, there is still just a little.time.</span></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-40164085715233032542024-02-09T16:46:00.000-05:002024-02-09T16:46:01.755-05:00Blip<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvIDSb6zpGUG352SQMhjIwlPZBtE04sCmE_RyB_DNY2RPLJQCY0xu0SRwgxy9bEJGelHA8Oz4hLcD2kAAalvosvY31Nq_72gTSD-fBuh6vApVmswEmgI3J9GkCLXfbAf-RW5EkXk1MJYd8NJzEnmidy5HAO4AntezQyHcGZ36ivdf2gX6527yAyqxA1Y/s640/IMG_6230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvIDSb6zpGUG352SQMhjIwlPZBtE04sCmE_RyB_DNY2RPLJQCY0xu0SRwgxy9bEJGelHA8Oz4hLcD2kAAalvosvY31Nq_72gTSD-fBuh6vApVmswEmgI3J9GkCLXfbAf-RW5EkXk1MJYd8NJzEnmidy5HAO4AntezQyHcGZ36ivdf2gX6527yAyqxA1Y/s320/IMG_6230.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Above is my hospital room for the past night and day. In what I hope was just a blip on the recovery road, I developed blood clots in my left leg.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It could have been from the earlier hospitalization and rehab, could have been from having Covid. I had an overnight IV with a heparin drip and came home this afternoon with medication.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">My hospital has a step down unit, where I was. Not even in the main hospital. It was a pretty quiet place and I was grateful for that. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So, fingers crossed, that I'll take my three month's worth of medication and this will just be a memory.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956149875467246870.post-66272856919790583012024-02-07T20:52:00.000-05:002024-02-07T20:52:13.199-05:00Waiting for the Doctor<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnL2zrVrUowzQaUR_-RrVSM-wjXTsQZTMGE_hYKPOUqdX11Xe5HptRqVaDDh3_riAmX_AMd_n00YH7ntl3mPYePVrT1uQBZBLW3tRd0_v7Vm6YMJtogAHlqlCyZ_ysBmKh2faa41DczUBaGU44Sh0FIgvXRLDlO8Hd5uAvcSCTG5pX7zE4CRcMapUYf1Y/s640/IMG_6225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnL2zrVrUowzQaUR_-RrVSM-wjXTsQZTMGE_hYKPOUqdX11Xe5HptRqVaDDh3_riAmX_AMd_n00YH7ntl3mPYePVrT1uQBZBLW3tRd0_v7Vm6YMJtogAHlqlCyZ_ysBmKh2faa41DczUBaGU44Sh0FIgvXRLDlO8Hd5uAvcSCTG5pX7zE4CRcMapUYf1Y/s320/IMG_6225.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Waiting for the doctor this afternoon, trying to get over my white coat syndrome, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">What actually seemed to help - I decided to try journaling in the notes section on my phone, just whatever came into my mind like I do in the morning but even more random. And that calmed me. When I left, I erased the notes. On Monday I'll see my primary care doctor, so I'll have a chance to try it again.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have a month of a different antibiotic, just in case. Apparently the bacteria that caused my pneumonia is a stubborn one. There will be repeat tests and a return lung doctor visit in two to three months. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">And yes, I can start pulmonary rehab at the end of next week. My last steroid pill will be next week and the long taper will be over. The doctor said to call if I start feeling exhausted afterwards, but I may actually feel better. Of course, I'm voting for feeling better.</span></div><br /><p></p>Life Scraps and Patcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15369832113049358654noreply@blogger.com0