My sisters have been planning a road trip for months to go to visit relatives out west. I’ve been fighting the idea for months. There are my health issues to contend with. (Did I just end a sentence with a preposition? Shades of fifth grade English! Or whenever. I have the stone tablet somewhere.)
Back to the subject at hand (such highfalutin language. I had to look that up.) Must be 4am or so. Asides aside, I’m not fond of the idea of leaving my safe zone. Sitting in a car for days at a time with people I barely like is not my idea of fun. The offspring thinks it’s a good idea. He’ll be around to watch things and get the mail.
At any rate, the sisters are here since I’m a logical stop on the way.
Everything except the zines has a price sticker. I will also have a price list posted with general info. Most of the items I’m taking for the sale fit into one under-the-bed storage bin. The two book planters have their own boxes for transport and the folded page book will fit in a bag. Those three items will be transported in a large tote.
I’m ready to do a set-up in the garage tomorrow so I know what fixtures will fit in the limited space. I’m confined to just 1 table. Normally, I spread out onto at least two, but space is limited to the floor plan I drew up. If the landlord allowed us to use the parking lot, I would set up differently, but we would be required to have additional liability insurance. Our booth fees would have to go up to cover it.
Thursday evening, we will mark the booth locations and set up tables. I’m contributing 4 plus the one I’ll be using. I used to have 7 tables but I gave away two. I don’t have a lot of parties anymore, so I don’t need all the stuff. For instance, I used to be able to feed 50 at a time. I’d invite 40 people to my annual Halloween parties. My current house is half the size of the last place I lived. I didn’t get rid of much, so it’s cozy. At least it’s not hoarder cozy.
Now if I could just remember where I stuck the cash box. I think it’s in the basement because it wasn’t in the bins in the garage. I’ll have to take a look. If I can’t find it, I do have a small cabinet with drawers that I take. I can use the bottom drawer as the cash drawer. Everything is rounded up to include tax so I don’t need coins for change. The cabinet holds business cards, receipt books, the card reader, assorted odds and ends, as well as my seller’s permit and tax ID. Even though I haven’t sold anything due to Covid, I kept my paperwork current.
Now I have to clean the messes I have made and the parts of the house I’ve neglected. It’s not bad. Lawn mowing, refrigerator cleaning, mopping, dusting. The two rooms that are always clean are my bedroom and the bathroom. The rest of the house varies, but the upstairs gets the messiest because that’s where I work. I wind up with paper scraps everywhere. Fun, fun, fun.
I’d be done prepping for the sale, but I got distracted by an entire series of books which I’ve been reading over the last two weeks. I’d read for a bit, go back to work for a time and then work on books. I finished the series and now I am in the process of moving the mess I created in the living room back up to my craft area. I’ve been tossing, well recycling, a lot of paper. I put tiny scraps into a clear plastic bag and the larger scraps go into the collection bin as is.
Keeping up with the work around the house is the biggest thing. I started out participating in “No Mow May.” I gave it up because going an entire month without mowing is ridiculous. What I wound up with is foot tall dandelion stems standing above the violets and grass. I’ve mowed twice and the second time was awful.
I have a small electric mower, and the first cut a few weeks ago wasn’t too bad. I raised the deck and mowed the front yard higher than usual. The weather remained cool and the grass did its thing and grew the length it would have had from a shorter base cut, achieving even greater heights. When I started mowing last Tuesday, I realized I had to raise the deck again in order to not clog the mower. Because of the length of the grass, it retained a lot of moisture and I had to clean the underside tw
To finish the front took an additional battery charge. That charge allowed me to complete the entire front and part of the north side. Another charge allowed me to finish both side yards and I got to make a path in the back before the batteries conked out. Normally a charge gives me 45 minutes to do the entire front, one full side, and part of the other.
The next charge allowed me to do less than half of the back yard because it was like mowing a hay field. I had only done the front the first time I mowed, so the grass in the back was twice as long as usual. I needed another charge to do most of the rest of the back and one more to finish. I’m not doing that again. I’ve noticed that most of my neighbors also gave in and mowed.
The whole purpose of not mowing was to give the bees a chance at finding food after the winter. I actually saw fewer bees in my yard after not mowing because they couldn’t get to the low flowering plants that they normally feed from. I’m not doing this again.
I’ll be done with the final sale prep by Monday of next week. Then I’ll do a set-up in my garage so I know how I need to set up my display on sale day. Until next time.
I didn’t count on being invited to brunch on Mothers’ Day. My youngest granddaughter who is the only grandchild that lives near me, was most insistent that I join her, her sister, and their mom at the Bistro where my son works. He had invited me as well, so I decided to go. Normally, it’s just another day. He lives about an hour away.
We were to meet at 1 pm so I planned to leave around noon to arrive close to 1. It didn’t matter because traffic was crazy. I don’t usually encounter that many cars. The granddaughter lives 15 miles closer than I do, so I expected them to arrive before I did. Nope! They were a half hour late.
After our meal, the girls went home and I waited for my son to finish cleaning up so he could ride home with me so he could borrow my other car to move his stuff out of my garage and have transportation to his upcoming appointments. So I spent all day not working on my faux leather.
Today, I applied the final coat of glaze and I’m waiting for it to dry overnight. So there’s no picture today. But I will have one tomorrow.
Thursday was my weekly lunch with a friend. We usually meet at a cafe owned by friends of my son. My friend and I been meeting here since we each retired twelve years ago. It’s a nice little place that serves breakfast and lunch seven days a week. It’s one of three owned by the couple.
Lunch was fine. We mostly meet so I can have some social time outside of my house because I like to stay home. In fact, the maker space, lunch, and knitting at the public library provide the bulk of my social interactions.
Because it’s orange barrel spouting time, I have to take a detour to and from the cafe. I decided to go home along some of the back roads I used to travel when I lived on the nearby lake. It was interesting driving down roads I used to bike down with a toddler strapped in a seat over the rear wheel. In spite of being in the car, the distance I used to bike daily to visit a friend was farther than I remembered. Apparently, I had thought nothing of biking the ten miles from my house to theirs.
I decided to take a drive to where my former in-laws lived. I haven’t been in that area since they sold their property 40 years ago. The property consisted of a colonial style house on 15 acres between two roads. There was a shed-type building that used to house chickens and another larger shed that was used to stable a couple of horses when the kids were young. Once the kids grew up and moved away, the stable became a chicken house where cockfights were held on Saturday nights. I could have gone forever without knowing that. I’ll bet you could have as well.
The house was still there, but the 15 acres had been parceled out and there were a lot more houses. The land closest to the highway was more wooded and overgrown than when they lived over there, but I passed eight new homes before I got to the old house. There used to only be one between them and the highway. The house still looked the same. I guess whoever owned it appreciated the classic lines of the Colonial.
I didn’t stop, but seeing the house brought back memories of pheasant chicks in the garage in the early spring, disturbing holiday celebrations, and weekend trips “home” when we lived in Illinois. My father-in-law never seemed to get to hunt any of the birds he raised, although his friends frequently did. The man also had a beer distributor deliver 30 cases of beer every month. I used to find partial six packs all over the property when I took a walk. They used to wonder why their oldest son was such a drunk.
I stayed on the road and drove along, looking at all the changes in some areas and how certain other properties remained the same. The road meandered as country roads do, but I knew where I was. Eventually, the road became the road that leads to my street. All in all, it took 40 minutes longer to get home.
A few zines for the Craft Sale.
I’ve included a photo of the zines I’ll be selling. The Title is Insanity Shuffles because as it says on the back, “Insanity doesn’t just run in my family. It slinks, oozes, shuffles. Occasionally, it cartwheels, jumps, strides, pounces, and gavottes.” They’re essays and other items that may or may not be interesting. That’s the story and I’m sticking to it.
I did get the dishes done. I was busy. I performed The Wisconsin Lilac Chainsaw Massacre and managed to reduce one lilac by half and get most of the cuttings down to the street for pickup. I’ll give another go tomorrow – maybe. I haven’t checked the weather forecast. I also whacked down the invasive dogwood whatever that keeps sprouting in what was once a nice perennial garden. Like an aspen, the thing spreads via its roots.
If I hadn’t had to plant a couple arbor vitae and a lot of tall flowers to keep the old lady that lived next door out of my yard, the dogwood wouldn’t have taken over so badly because I would have kept mowing over them. But the old biddy next door had to be in my yard, pulling everything she considered a weed and leaving them either on top of my trash can of just tossed in my driveway. So I wasn’t mowing that area very much and the dogwood kept growing in the perennials.
The neighbor was a load of fun. She used to sneak over and put her trash in my bin. Her reason for doing so was that the can the city gave out was too large so she would just do it until she got the smaller bin. However even after she got her bin, she’d use mine until I finally told her I didn’t want to deal with her if she fell in my driveway while trespassing.
She objected so strenuously to my cans being on the side of my garage that she could see from her window, that she bought and had someone install, six-foot high vinyl fence panels on her property to hide my cans from her sight. The fence panels ran the length of my garage. I moved them to the front of the garage and she installed two more panels. I considered moving the cans down the length of my driveway a few feet a year to see if she would keeping buying fence but I never did that. She’s gone now so no more problems. I have a nice couple as neighbors now.
Anyway, back to my list – part of the list was to finish 3 Japanese stab bound notebooks for the upcoming Artists’Night we’re having at the Makerspace I belong to. I did practice cards of the patterns I intended to use, but one pattern took a lot of practice to get right.
First there was getting the design on graph paper. Then determining the stitching. Once that was done, I did a practice card. It was stitch, take out the thread, start over, take out the thread. I finally got the pattern and the stitching steps right. I still had a bit of trouble because the more complex the pattern, the longer the thread has to be and even with the waxed thread, tangles occur.
Then the fun began. I lost count of the steps and had to start over. After a few tries, things fell into place and the pattern started to take shape. I got two-thirds of the way done and ran out of thread. Spent a lot of time sewing the book. Halfway through, I realized I used a wrong hole. No big deal. Pulled out the thread and ripped the cover. I made a new cover.
Realized that even though I was using longer length of thread, it was too short. Picked the thread out. Started over, halfway through got a major knot. Gave up. I’ll try again tomorrow. I have to go make a new to-do list.
However, due to an impulse buy that took two hours to complete, I did not get several items done which are now on today’s list. But I do have a new car. Not really that much of an impulse as my old car is 25years old. It’s still in great running condition, but it’s getting harder and harder to get parts for it.
The old car, a ’98 Saturn, will be my “I need to haul brush to the dump” car, while my “new” 10 year-old car will be the “travel on the highway” car. I figure the Saturn only has another year or so before the repairs are out of my price range. I must say after 40 years of driving a stick, the automatic is scary. I caught myself several times, feeling around for the clutch and putting my hand on the shifter.
My new to-do list has the things I didn’t get to yesterday on it. I hope to get them down before I need to leave for the maker space I belong to for a work day. My plans for that are to clear out and straighten the fabric bins which have many pieces of leftover fabrics that need to be measured, tagged with the yardage, and folded before going back into the bins. We have have quite a few members who make costumes. Others make clothes and household accessories. Some even bring in sails and boat cushions to repair, while others do upholstery. Hence the leftover fabric.
I also need to clean and oil the sewing machines and serger. And make certain they’re in good working order. I also do simple sewing machine repair. We have a member who repairs machines for a living, but I do the basic maintenance for three machines and the serger.
Sillytoes Crafts 