Sometimes it's the "little things" that make life special, like an old doll quilt from a departed Great Grandma, little animals, and tea dishes to share with the granddaughters. My sister gets down on the floor and plays "tea party" with her two granddaughters, my great-nieces, and our old things are new again.
Some observations on a beautiful dry sunny windy day in Wisconsin:
- We have hardwood floors in the house, and I no longer need to dust under the recliners in the family room. Oliver loves to hide and sit under them when we are in them, rolls around, and thoroughly removes any dust. What a cat. A Roomba of a cat.
- The PGA tournament this weekend was near here in Wisconsin, on the shores of majestic Lake Michigan, really an inland sea. I hope people from around the country got a glimpse of why we like it here.
- I am sorting through very early quilts I made back in the 80's. Some are still terrific, the classic designs, pieced well, tried and true. I'm keeping them. Some are rather unfortunate, and are being bundled up to give to charity, as someone can love them. They are being wasted at my house. Oliver loves to help sort quilts too. We were both sneezing though.
- I have too many sewing machines. And too many boxes they came in. Oh no.....
- On the top shelf of an unused closet an old "word processor/electric typewriter" from before we had computers was found. What to do with it? Does anyone still want an electric typewriter? Hmmm. The word processor function let you see 4 lines of type and had memory for that too, so you could somehow go back and correct things in those 4 lines. The readout was vile neon green. I remember I thought it was amazing at the time.
- Getting old means you still save things that might prove useful, but you can't find them even if you do remember you have them. I have decided if you don't know you have them you might as well NOT have them. Out it all goes. The house is beginning to feel lighter.
- Satellite Delay. This is a term from several years ago that was used in the news when interviewing people by satellite and we had that time lag when there was dead air. We now use it in our house to describe not being able to remember something or have it actually register until that lag occurs. Sometimes it is a moment or two, but recently my satellite delay in remembering the name of that white sauce I made for creamed fresh veggies took two weeks. Then it popped into my head, Bechamel Sauce. Yum. Just scream out "satellite delay......" and then what you remembered.
- Quilting? Ah, not right now.