Does anybody use that phrase these days? In my own mind, I figure it must have come from ladies who sewed a lot and were left with scraps of yard goods and spools of thread... odd-shaped pieces, and the ends of remnants, yarn, and thread.
I did not rejoin Flylady yesterday, but I did clean out my refrigerator and toss some things. Cliff asked me what the goo was that I found in the bottom of the refrigerator under the crisper. I told him I didn't have a clue what it was, but at least it didn't stink. See, this is why I need to get back with Flylady.
I had no sooner gotten the refrigerator clean than the electricity went off and stayed off for a couple of suffocating hours. We went and did our shopping, and after we got home I sat in the shop with Cliff. It was pretty cool there; his shop is insulated. But I kept thinking about all that meat in the freezers!
There's absolutely nothing going on around here; we're trying to keep cool, like most of the country. I understand that people in Kansas, Oklahoma, and Texas are really hurting for rain, and that farmers are selling off cattle. Do you suppose that means there will be cheaper meat in the stores? Funny how those prices never seem to trickle down to the consumer, isn't it?
That's my check-in, dear readers. Unless something of note occurs, it may be a couple of days before I blog again. I'll leave you with a picture I took yesterday of Cliff and Tyler, the twenty-year-old neighbor who is fighting cancer. Actually, he looks the picture of health, doesn't he? He and Cliff sat in the cool of the shop and chatted for awhile. (Prayers and positive thoughts for Tyler are much appreciated.)
Ten years ago, he and his twin brother spent most of their waking hours in the shop with Cliff, learning to weld and creating masterpieces.
I was working at the time, and Cliff was lonesome; and the twins, Tyler and Travis, just happened to show up to fill the vacuum. They hung around right through to the time I retired, which was also about the same time they discovered girls.
Funny how things happen like that, isn't it?