After a few days of doing nothing that lends itself to a photo (my breakfast has no beauty to it -- although, come to think of it, I've been working on a small basket of raspberries -- nor does my granola bar lunch, nor a selfie of me in front of a computer), I've finally had a few occasions to get out of the house. (Frission -- or frisson: correct spelling is debated -- of excitement, hey?)
I wish I could manage to get to sleep at night (or morning) before 3 AM, because those 9 AM meetings are just hell. The first Monday of the month is the Soroptimist Board Meeting. I was up, but was I really there? In any case, it got me out and about and taking photos of MY TOWN for the January 3rd Photo A Day group on Facebook. I collaged it, because it's hard to typify our little town in just one photo. At least not without risky standing-in-the-middle-of-the-highway.
Between stopping off at my "unattended" mailbox and the UPS delivery truck, I was greeted by a bunch of packages when I got home.
|Two "short" racks for my under-house storage area, which has too low |
a "ceiling" to use big racks like I assembled for my quilting studio.
|"Fun things" like Turbo Tax and vitamins and supplements, |
then a Blu-ray/DVD player that says it does a lot of other things.
An additional cable is required. In the box of cables I stashed
in the basement, I could not find a spare HDMI cable.
Thursday brought "Thursdays Out" at NeedleCrafts. Our numbers were up post-holiday, with a winter visitor from Montana, and a busy local who will come time to time.
|Sandy has finished this sweater she has been knitting, |
and has only to find a San Francisco 49ers patch and some gold buttons.
|Our Montana visitor brought in cards she makes with embroidery on paper. |
She will be giving the gals who are interested a mini-class on how to do it.
|Phyllis is cross-stitching cards on that plastic web stuff whose name I don't know.|
|I'm almost done appliqueing the 6th Quilt Tile block |
made from my blue-and-whites from Provence. I don't
know how many I will do. Either until I run out of
fabric or I get tired of the pattern.
|Barbara's granddaughter wants THAT sweater, the one with the panda on it.|
Meanwhile, the yogis, who worked on the original remodeling and decorating this room for community use, are redecorating now, putting mirrors along the bottom of the walls and murals farther up.
|Is someone watching us?|
There is one tiny piece of unadorned wall and we're thinking we need to put up a quilt or some tiny knit sweaters to kind of "make it our own," too, in the current HGTV jargon.
NeedleCrafts was followed by a trip to the Little City Down the Hill for a major dose of shopping' You know . . . the kind where you make an eclectic list (including an HDMI cable) of all the things you forgot on previous trips at half a dozen stores. I chose Thursday specifically because I rationed out Jean-Luc's treats, which play a part in administering his medication, so I could attend my French class, which I haven't been to in probably over a year.
I arrived a little early in the parking lot, waiting for someone familiar to arrive. Figures walked in through the semi-darkness, not quite discernible, until Chantal, our prof, swept in with her unmistakable French woman's posture and grace.
I got a greeting as for the long-lost, but the class all felt so familiar, except for the fact that I am totally in arrears in French verb conjugations. I think I'm clear to go, weather permitting, for the upcoming six week session.
See you soonish.