What's Been Going On?

I am in awe of people who write blog entries daily with pictures and funny observations about their interesting lives.  I thank those who do, because it's very inspiring.

Hereabouts our days are quite the same as one another, and though he looks very handsome sitting and reading, I'm sure you don't want a picture of Good Guy every day.

But------a few things have happened.  I don't have pictures of our trip to Red Wing last week, but we had a nice couple of days staying at a B&B, eating delicious food, and getting in a little visit with my cousin, Evelyn.
We even witnessed some snow melt---a rare and wonderful occurrence

I'm working on a quilt which is using blue pre-cut pieces which I found in some fabric I "inherited".  I am filling in the light colored bits with leftover fabric I had cut into strips.  I have enough blue bits cut for a total of 25 squares, so I'll be doing this for "a while" yet.

This one was pieced out of flannel edges passed along to me by my friend who does long arm quilting as a business. The edges of batting and backing get trimmed and she shared those with me, and there was enough to come up with this:

It isn't beautiful, but it is cozy with flannel on both sides.

And there's a pair of men's socks in the works at the moment as well.  They haven't been photographed yet, but they will be amazing when they're done.  She said, modestly.

Today is quilting day with friends, so I must waddle off.  Have a great Wednesday.

Fine! Be That Way!

I am not the only blogger who is finding that blogging seldom leads to a steadily diminishing number of readers and comments.  It is hard to maintain a connection when you only touch base once a month.

Of course, the same lack of feedback is the very thing that sends bloggers to other places where there is more interaction.  I am not a Facebook lover, but I do have access to more people I know there; who will leave comments when I make a contribution.

This diminishing number of readers reminds me of the sinkhole that businesses fall into once they cut their hours.  Fewer hours, fewer customers because there is less chance you will remember when the business is open.

Good Guy and I went through the town of Crivitz this weekend and remembered to stop at the bakery----which is open only on the weekend.  That fact can't make them a regular resource for the people in town.  It must be difficult to be a business owner in a small town, especially during the winters here.

It makes me thankful for the people who persevere in spite of the difficulties.

In a completely different vein, I'm in the midst of a project for Good Guy, who requested a pair of warm, but fine gauge socks.  Never the conservative dresser, he picked a self-striping yarn with the color name, Red Hots.  With a little backtracking, which was necessary due to not reading the pattern well, I've progressed past the heel and onto the foot portion.  They seem very nice so far, and since I have his feet nearby to take measurements, I should be able to get a perfect fit for him.

I was inspired by my friend, Kay, who knits for her husband's painful feet.  He loves his wife-made socks and brags on her skill.  She is a wonderful knitter, I must admit.

Here is what they look like, so far.

 

I think they will always LOOK warm.  Don't you think?

Fragmented

I had every intention of writing lots of posts in February.  Unfortunately for me, our days were so much the same this winter there was nothing much to share with you.

How much do people want to hear about sock knitting, or making quilt tops.  My kids remind me that it's about as interesting as watching paint dry.  But, of course, what do they know?  They think watching golf and baseball is boring too.

For me, I'll watch them now just for the sight of green grass and people in shirt sleeves.  My friend, Gary, posted pictures of their house and neighborhood on his Facebook page, asking, "Will this winter ever end?"
I reminded him that the groundhog predicted on six more months of winter.  Buck up, you whiners!

I count myself among the whiners.  I dash outdoors long enough to fill bird feeders, and put the trash in the bin, and sweep the snow off the porch----on a good day when sweeping is enough, and then I come back indoors and am thankful that we have a warm place and can afford to heat it.

On Wednesday, when I had the car in the sun, the ice cap on the roof of the car finally dislodged and slid off. Can I consider that a sign of spring?  I promised to send snow pictures to a friend in Germany but I keep forgetting the camera.  When I'm out in the car, I want to show her the way we have to creep into an intersection.  The banks are too high to see around in lots of places.

Oh well!  (Insert sigh.) It is bound to warm up and then we'll be whining about the unbearable heat.  I think the Lord made weather so strangers would have something to talk about to one another.

Speaking of strangers, my sister reported that she had an interesting conversation with a tourist.  She is in a town in New Mexico, where they spend time each winter, (escaping the UP weather).  She was peacefully sitting outdoors reading and a lady berated her for wasting her time sitting around.  She should be out seeing the sights.  The nerve....

Well, I'm going out to celebrate my friend's birthday.  Perhaps I'll even include her in the celebration, you never know.

Have a nice weekend!