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Good morning, my friends. It was a rare no-sewing day yesterday. We had some errands to run in town, including picking up our fifth wheel from the shop where repairs have been under way for months. Finally, the fifth wheel is back home where it belongs. The slides might be moving more smoothly than they did when it was new. As it turns out, some water damage had caused the floor under the heaviest of the slides to sag, and that was creating some drag on the whole unit as we brought it in and out. The bedroom slide had ...

Good morning, my friends. It was a rare no-sewing day yesterday. We had some errands to run in town, including picking up our fifth wheel from the shop where repairs have been under way for months. Finally, the fifth wheel is back home where it belongs. The slides might be moving more smoothly than they did when it was new. As it turns out, some water damage had caused the floor under the heaviest of the slides to sag, and that was creating some drag on the whole unit as we brought it in and out. The bedroom slide had ...

 Good morning, my friends. I'd say it's a Red Letter Day, but Blue Denim Day fits better. I'm happy to say I found some jeans I could live with...or live in, depending on how you think about it. Several of you mentioned the Gloria Vanderbilt Amanda style jeans. I shopped at Kohl's (since that seems to be the only store that caters to women of my, um, maturity these days). They had racks and shelves of Amanda jeans. I was looking for a darker denim, figuring they haven't been pre-washed as much. (Isn't ...

 Good morning, my friends. I'd say it's a Red Letter Day, but Blue Denim Day fits better. I'm happy to say I found some jeans I could live with...or live in, depending on how you think about it. Several of you mentioned the Gloria Vanderbilt Amanda style jeans. I shopped at Kohl's (since that seems to be the only store that caters to women of my, um, maturity these days). They had racks and shelves of Amanda jeans. I was looking for a darker denim, figuring they haven't been pre-washed as much. (Isn't ...

Good morning, my friends. We had a lovely day yesterday. Our temperatures made it into the 70's. I'm not sure if that's the first time this year, but it was welcome either way. We had some errands to run in town, but of course, nothing could happen until I took the first stitches on my latest embroidery project. This is the 9th of 12 blocks for Grandpa's Bridges.

Good morning, my friends. We had a lovely day yesterday. Our temperatures made it into the 70's. I'm not sure if that's the first time this year, but it was welcome either way. We had some errands to run in town, but of course, nothing could happen until I took the first stitches on my latest embroidery project. This is the 9th of 12 blocks for Grandpa's Bridges.

Good morning, my friends. There was just a hint of fog when we opened the curtains this morning. And, honestly, for all I complain about the squirrels, it still makes me smile when I look outside and see one or more of them surveying the landscape. No doubt he's looking around for some mischief to get into.

From there, I took a walk on the treadmill, and then went to ...

Good morning, my friends. There was just a hint of fog when we opened the curtains this morning. And, honestly, for all I complain about the squirrels, it still makes me smile when I look outside and see one or more of them surveying the landscape. No doubt he's looking around for some mischief to get into.

From there, I took a walk on the treadmill, and then went to ...

Good morning, my friends. How is everyone doing? According to the clock, I slept an extra hour this morning, as I did yesterday. It usually takes me about a week to adjust to the new time. Sleeping late is better than waking early, I suppose.

It felt busy, and not busy yesterday. Everything on my list was finished early, and so I could focus on sewing. I spent a little extra time with my slow-stitching. When I moved my hoop, I realized I'd stitched nearly all the way from left to right. I'll be glad to have this ...

Good morning, my friends. How is everyone doing? According to the clock, I slept an extra hour this morning, as I did yesterday. It usually takes me about a week to adjust to the new time. Sleeping late is better than waking early, I suppose.

It felt busy, and not busy yesterday. Everything on my list was finished early, and so I could focus on sewing. I spent a little extra time with my slow-stitching. When I moved my hoop, I realized I'd stitched nearly all the way from left to right. I'll be glad to have this ...

Good morning my friends. Did you remember to spring forward? We have a clock that displays the time on our ceiling. When I opened my eyes this morning, I was surprised at how late I'd slept. And then I realized the clock had done the work of springing ahead. Actually, it was my usual getting up time, but the clock was already up and at 'em.

After finishing yesterday's post, I found myself in dire need of a nap. I'm not sure why I was so tired, but I'm chalking it up to a busy week ...

Good morning my friends. Did you remember to spring forward? We have a clock that displays the time on our ceiling. When I opened my eyes this morning, I was surprised at how late I'd slept. And then I realized the clock had done the work of springing ahead. Actually, it was my usual getting up time, but the clock was already up and at 'em.

After finishing yesterday's post, I found myself in dire need of a nap. I'm not sure why I was so tired, but I'm chalking it up to a busy week ...

Good morning, my friends. To quote Paul Simon, "something tells me it's all happening at the zoo." For sure everything that happened yesterday happened there. We had a beautiful day for it. I purchased tickets for timed entry the day before, and we were supposed to enter the zoo at 1:00 p.m. I wish I'd thought of it before I decided on that time because I realized later the baby elephant would only be open for viewing between 10:00 a.m. and 2:00 p.m. Not knowing what we'd encounter on our arrival ...

Good morning, my friends. To quote Paul Simon, "something tells me it's all happening at the zoo." For sure everything that happened yesterday happened there. We had a beautiful day for it. I purchased tickets for timed entry the day before, and we were supposed to enter the zoo at 1:00 p.m. I wish I'd thought of it before I decided on that time because I realized later the baby elephant would only be open for viewing between 10:00 a.m. and 2:00 p.m. Not knowing what we'd encounter on our arrival ...

Good morning, my friends. It was a rare no-sewing day here at the Three Cats Ranch. After writing my post yesterday morning, I moved to the living room to spend some time with my slow-stitching. While I sat, it felt as if cold air was blowing on me. The furnace was running, and so I didn't think too much about it. But then, I went down into the basement for something, and it felt as if a cold breeze was blowing up the stairs. And it was darned cold in the basement...not unusual, but it seemed colder than ...

Good morning, my friends. It was a rare no-sewing day here at the Three Cats Ranch. After writing my post yesterday morning, I moved to the living room to spend some time with my slow-stitching. While I sat, it felt as if cold air was blowing on me. The furnace was running, and so I didn't think too much about it. But then, I went down into the basement for something, and it felt as if a cold breeze was blowing up the stairs. And it was darned cold in the basement...not unusual, but it seemed colder than ...

Good morning, my friends. It started as an ordinary day...playing word games, checking email, perusing the news to see if the United States is at war with Europe yet. (Just kidding about that last part...sort of.) When I'd had my coffee, I asked Mike if he'd like breakfast first or if I should write my blog post first. He opted for breakfast. And everything was going along fine until I went to wash out the bowl emptied of pancake batter (pancakes on the griddle by then). When I turned the faucet on...nothing. Not a dribble ...

Good morning, my friends. It started as an ordinary day...playing word games, checking email, perusing the news to see if the United States is at war with Europe yet. (Just kidding about that last part...sort of.) When I'd had my coffee, I asked Mike if he'd like breakfast first or if I should write my blog post first. He opted for breakfast. And everything was going along fine until I went to wash out the bowl emptied of pancake batter (pancakes on the griddle by then). When I turned the faucet on...nothing. Not a dribble ...

It's been a month since my last photo challenge post.  My Guy as usual has been ready for me to post since the week after the last post.  Grad Girl and I were the ones that drug this last challenge out.  It's not a particularly hard one. 

Good morning, my friends. It's another sunny day here at the Three Cats Ranch. It's starting to feel like spring. Today, I'll probably get out and do a little weeding. The annoying hairy bittercress is popping up everywhere, and I want to pull it up before it goes to seed. But I'm getting ahead of myself already. Let's just back up to the pretty day we had here yesterday.

Of course, no morning is complete without a little slow-stitching. As expected, I finished March's block for A Year in the Garden. With March arriving ...