What Do I Do? — Janet Szabo

I was at the farm store the other day and one of the cashiers—who waits on me often enough that she has our account number memorized—looked at me and said, “What do you DO?”

What a complicated question, LOL. I related this story to the husband and he said, “Did you tell her that you’re the chief financial officer of the construction company?” I said that I hadn’t really told her anything; whenever I get a question like that, I stammer out some reply about doing lots of different things and leave it at that. Anything more specific usually leads to additional questions.

I do lots of different things. I like it that way.

I found some appropriate fabric at the quilt store and put a second binding on the hexie quilt:

This has moved over to the “needs to be quilted” pile. That outer border may yet be trimmed down, but I put generous borders on my tops because they are easier to quilt that way.

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Another church in our area put on a live nativity this weekend. They asked if some singers from our church could come and sing Christmas carols at the event. Because Mennonites will break into four-part harmony for literally any reason, of course we said yes. The event ran from 3-7 pm on Friday and Saturday evenings. I sang for two hours both times. This was our group yesterday afternoon:

We always include the kids. How else will they learn to sing? That is yours truly in the blue coat. (You will never lose me in a snowbank.) Elaine’s brothers are the tall guys.

This was a stretch for me because I had to sing melody most of the time. We were a bit short on sopranos. I am an alto, and a low alto at that—enough that sometimes, I fill in as a tenor. I pitched everything a few steps lower and we managed.

What do I do? Lots of different things.

DD#2 and her boyfriend got here around midnight last night. (DD#1 and her husband are going to Hawaii for Christmas.) The two of them want to make Christmas cookies, so I bought all the supplies. The boyfriend is particularly fond of snickerdoodles. We might even make some snickerdoodle fudge for him.