June to October

The high never made it past 45 degrees Fahrenheit yesterday—after a high of 85 on Monday—with a cold, steady rain much of the day. It felt like we went from summer to fall overnight. I am glad for the precipitation, but a few of the plants in the garden, like the beans, are looking a bit shell-shocked. I would not be surprised to see snow on top of the mountains this morning. I know that snow was forecast for the higher elevations of Glacier Park.

I had a meeting in the morning that lasted until just after lunch. The rain gave me the perfect excuse to stay inside and sew, but I’m at an impasse with the Forever Shopper and now the last two aprons. I made more binding while listening to Ryan Hall’s weather livestream on YouTube. He’s so much better than The Weather Channel and there are no commercials.

I’ll get the supplies I need for the Shopper and the aprons when I am in town today. I’m teaching a serger class on Saturday and will also check with the store to see how many students I have. This class is one that Bernina designs for stores, so I didn’t have to do any prep other than to make up the sample. I don’t have a picture of the sample—it’s a small bag—but I used some of this ribbon that Cathy gifted me:

The colors of the bag are black, pink, yellow, and purple, which I picked up from the ribbon colors. I’ll get a photo of the bag because it’s very cute.

I neglected to note that Tuesday was National Sewing Machine Day, probably because I didn’t do a blog post that day. We all know how much I love my sewing machines. 😇

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I am not doing so well with my to-do list. I really need to buckle down and get back on track. The meeting yesterday morning took place here in my office, so I spent a couple of hours tidying up the house beforehand. I tend to slack on the housework. If I wanted to keep my house looking magazine-worthy, I’d have to spend all my waking hours cleaning and that just isn’t going to happen. I am satisfied if we’re not drowning in clutter and the floors are relatively clean. I like to walk around barefoot in the summer, so dirty floors drive me nuts. I vacuum the main level at least once a day.

I’m going to start a big roaster pan of ham stock this afternoon. I’ll let it simmer overnight and can it tomorrow.

The husband also asked me to research dash cams. There are enough stupid people on the roads these days—and we’ve already encountered two of them at close range—that he wants to have video evidence if something happens. We’ll start with his work trucks, but I’ll see what’s available for my car, too.

I was out getting the mail the other day when some kid in a truck came roaring around the corner at the north end of our property. He flew down the down the road, flipping me off as he passed me because I was yelling at him to slow down. This is why we don’t have dogs anymore. The amount of traffic here is insane. The Great Divide Mountain Bike Route includes our road—I watch cyclists pass our house from my office window—and I worry that someone is going to get hit or killed by one of these idiots who thinks that Foothill Road is his own personal drag strip.