Spring has finally arrived here in our little town on the prairie.
The side yard has violets and dandelions and bluebells.
Last year the flowers looked better because there wasn’t such a cold snap as we had about 10 days ago. Also, we had three trees cut down late last summer, so I think the bluebells are disappointed with us. They grow better if there is a bit of shade.
I was busy working as a Teacher’s Aide for three days last week. It was a bit stressful, seeing that I was in an unconventional (and confidential) situation, but I’m told that I did as well as could be expected under the circumstances.
The gig was supposed to have continued on through the beginning of this week, but the office assistant called on Sunday afternoon to tell me that plans had been rearranged. Imagine being hired by the school district as an office worker, then using up a weekend afternoon making phone calls for Substitutes.
Duty above and beyond.
On the hobby front, I’m ahead a bookmark and two potholders.
these have no designated recipients, which never lasts long
There was a Blood Drive at church, and I was a volunteer in the Escort position. We collected 40 units, our highest number ever! I didn’t even try to donate, my last trip to the lab told me my iron is still a bit low. Maybe that was why I was craving a hamburger for lunch. I do miss a good Wendy burger, and haven’t found a reasonable replacement.
During the week, I read the news on the ‘Net, but we get the newspaper delivered to the porch on Sundays. I do like that quiet time of folding the paper just so, then laying it out next to my bowl of oatmeal, so I can read while dipping the spoon.
A nice article caught my attention
A name seemed familiar… ah, my husband’s former co-worker is having a belated bat Mitzvah.
I usually give a crocheted cross at baptism or church transfer, but for a Jewish ceremony, that might not go over so well.
As it happens, there is a crochet pattern on the back of the page, the dog-earred, laminated, photocopy of instructions for religious symbols I’ve had since before I got married. That blue Star of David seen in the corner of the picture up there is the first I have ever worked up.
It took quite awhile beside an open window on a sunny Sunday afternoon, but I think the lady will like it.
I’m in my element when I’m trying to figure out a new crochet pattern. I learned in one of my college classes that if a pattern is followed and the outcome is known, then the skill is a Craft.
I don’t care to remember what conditions are for Art.
I’m working all our bedding through the laundry. The buzzer for the dryer is going, but I think the next load will be hung out on the line.
It’s a fine day in the Spring!
~~love and Huggs, Diane
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