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| Looking across the south field to the canyon |
Mike
and I went to the farm Thursday – just a quick trip (really quick!). I wanted
my sewing machine and some machine embroidery supplies, and while we will make
at least one more trip before Christmas, I brought back the bin of small cars
that I know Silas will expect when he visits. He will remember the bin of cars
for sure. He’s been playing with them since he was one, and even last
Christmas, when he was two, he watched me carry the bin from the shed to the
house and exclaimed, “That’s my cars!” Knowing that the cars will be Silas’
priority, I left our Christmas stockings behind until the next trip. If it
comes to that, Silas won’t care if Santa fills a paper bag – or even if Santa doesn’t
come – as long as he has the cars.
Mike
had things he wanted from the farm, too – a bicycle, his power saw, and the
homemade ice cream that I’ve forgotten twice. I packed a couple of crates with
open packages from the pantry that should be used.
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| 3-year-old Silas as a monster truck |
That night was Halloween. We turned on the porchlight and had just one caller, the adolescent from across the street. Just as well. Mike added the leftover M&M snack packs to his trail mix. He has already taken down and stored our Halloween yard figures.
I
have long felt that my standard ironing board took up too much space in my cramped
sewing room. While pressing is important, I make mostly small things and seldom
need to iron our clothes. I searched for and eventually found exactly what I
wanted – a small ironing board affixed to a cabinet, available from Wayfair. “Will
I have to assemble it,” asked Mike, and I affirmed that he would. They made it
sound easy, but it was a nightmare – heavy, awkward, some of the holes not
punched, inadequate instructions. It took us at least 3 ½ hours, and don’t
believe them when they say you won’t need an assistant. The good thing is that it
fits the room as I expected. The standard ironing board is stored in the shed
and accessible if I need it. KW
