Saturday, September 9, 2023
Usually by the time Friday rolls around my mind convinces me it is Saturday. Today really is Saturday but my mind is certain it is Friday. All my days are pretty lazy but often they are even lazier on the weekend. I’ve had a relatively busy day today so perhaps that’s why I’m mixed up.
I started my morning back at the Hall accounting. I figured a few things out but still need more paperwork from the Board so until I get that I can’t do anything more. Jim brought around some papers but they were the wrong ones; he assures me he knows where the papers are that I need and he’ll have them for me tomorrow. The President promises to bring me some other paperwork that I need but she says she has to find it first.
I had two cards that needed to be finished for September and I was able to get one of them quilted and ready for hand stitching the binding before lunch. Although the quilting was pretty straight forward it involved several thread changes so it took me longer than I anticipated. I have the second card sandwiched and will get it quilted soon. I still have lots of time before they need to go in the mail.
I went for coffee with my sewing friend, Gail, this afternoon. We had a good chat and neither one of us had any intention of sewing. I almost took my hand stitching to do but decided that it is better for me right now if I don’t try to multi-task. Gail has quite a collection of fabric and she offers some of it for sale so I picked up some one-yard cuts for a new pattern I purchased a few weeks ago. We’ll try to get together once a week (but just to visit) because it is good for both of us.
On my way to Gail’s I stopped at one of the thrift stores. Pat wanted a small canister for Texada. I found one, plus a few other goodies. I got the second book in the Lord John series as well as an almost full box of envelopes. I use a lot of envelopes when I put together my Twelve Days packages. That project was top of mind today because I filled in the last of the blanks I had on my list.
On my way home I met a vehicle that was flashing its lights at me. I remember from the “old” days that it meant cops ahead. I expected a speed trap but when I came around the corner they had vehicles stopped in both directions. I was mentally prepared to be questioned. I knew where my registration papers were and I knew I still had a few days before my license expired. When it came to my turn I was waved through and he stopped the car on the opposite side of the road so I don’t know what they were checking for.