Friday morning exercise class

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exercise, osteoporosis, postaday2013, repetition, social hour, weights

This Friday morning we had lively discussions during weight class. The ladies were talking a great deal about the Pope’s resignation. No one was critical of the Pope, on the contrary they were very supportive of the Pope’s decision and they admired him for his self-awareness and his selflessness. All of the ladies in the group go to Church faithfully and are very active in the Church’s social calendar. So I can, with confidence, state that my dear ladies thought about the Pope’s decision and its ramifications very seriously and thoughtfully.

After the ladies had exhausted the subject of the Papacy, they moved on the Meals On Wheels and how prolific it had become, how much better quality the meals are now over fifteen years ago and all the good that the program brings to its patrons. Everyone in our group has family around them, so I am pretty sure that they will all be well taken care of later on down the road and probably won’t be dependent on the elderly program of Meals On Wheels which, sadly for many elderly, is the only source of a hot meal and some company during the day.

After that, the ladies moved right along to the latest deaths that had been in the obituary’s that past week. The one that had the most impact was the suicide of a successful businessman who ran the Pomeroy farm and maple syrup/general store and breakfast restaurant. His death was a shock to all of the ladies and they spent the last part of the class talking about the funeral, the family taking over the running of the business, the fact that there wasn’t a will.

I kept quiet, content to listen to everyone’s viewpoint and opinion. My exercise class for me is relaxing and serves as nice social hour. I love my ladies.

The art of sewing

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daily life, everyday life, lack of skill, postaday2013, projects, repetition, sewing

I laugh at myself, fairly often I must say and I will tell you why. As I was walking Jack for the third time this afternoon; I was thinking about what to write for today’s post. My mind was going down the list of things that I had done and read about today and I was wondering how to spice up the typical day that I go through. And then it hit me; I actually did something out of the ordinary today, perfect topic to write about. The reason why I laughed at myself is because until I started rattling down the day’s timeline, I had forgotten that I had broken out the sewing box.

This morning, before the baby girl left to go back to college to start her second semester she asked me if I could sew and repair this odd rip in her favorite fitted sheet that makes up her coordinating sheet set. I said sure, why not. We said our good bye’s, hugged and kissed and she went with the baby boy, her chauffeur, off back to school.

I never learned how to sew; my mother learned at school but at my schools there weren’t any home economic courses provided at all; just reading, writing and arithmetic. Looking back I think that a cooking class, a sewing class, a home accounting class and a basic tools course would do a service to both adolescent girls and boys.

Back to the repair of the fitted sheet; the tear was an L shape and it wasn’t near any seam, so I had to piece it together with needle and thread. Funny enough, once I start sewing; I say once I got started because threading the needle is probably my biggest challenge, between the squinting and the shaking; it was a miracle that I actually got it done. As I was saying, once I start sewing, I don’t mind it too much. I tried to make the stitches as small as possible but with the challenge of joining the torn pieces, the stitches didn’t come out as pretty as they might have been. Honestly I looked like I had challenged Doctor Frankenstein in the stitching department or perhaps it was more Igor, you decide when you look at the photos.

The important thing is that I finished it. I will have to remember to wash the sheet in the delicate cycle because I don’t know if the stitches will hold up to much rough and tumble action. I even double stitched the tear but I am still not confident on the strength of my stitching.

So you see, not every one of my days is typical or dull, I have excitement here in the hills of Blandford.