Lookin' Kind of Nice Outside

 Gees, it's already 2:30 in the afternoon. Where did the day go?  I knew I wanted to get started on sewing my 6" squares together of the hourglass pattern I've been working on.  I just grabbed a few pieces of material that were handy and started cutting, pressing, and sewing together using this technique I saw on Youtube.    Every time I make something new, I learn something new.  And it appears that I am still learning on how to put colors together. If I would just stick with a couple of designs of material, I'm sure my final product would look better.  I'll work on that next time.  

My machine was running terribly hard and I knew I had to stop and take it apart and do some cleaning. Last time I did this, I hunted through the entire apartment looking for these tiny sewing machine tools that you attach to your vacuum.  I never did find them ----but today I did. they were in the handy dandy little pulldown compartment on my SEWING MACHINE!  Just hate it when I'm dense.  So I got busy and slowly took the machine apart. At least as far as I was comfortable unscrewing parts.  I vacuumed what I could get to, used q-tips where I needed them and then squirted with a can of air.  Then I oiled a few spots and put everything back together again.  It's running much smoother and quieter BUT I still notice this kind of "clunk" when I take my foot off the presser foot.  I'm not sure what that even means but I'll keep going as long as it's working.  I sewed four rows together and decided to set it aside and do four more tomorrow.  If I don't rest in between, my work gets sloppier and messier and my back sends me messages that she's not enjoying this hobby anymore.

Mary G. stopped in for a few minutes and after she left, I fixed lunch, did a crossword puzzle, and did a little dusting.  Dinner will be leftovers so I've got the rest of the afternoon to do as I please.  If I could walk without pain, I'd go for a walk somewhere. Sure am hoping this cortisone shot (if I get it Wed) will let me rejoin the world.

I watched a pretty good movie on Hulu last night. Starred Tom Hanks as a bearded and grizzly old cowboy of sorts.  Called News of the World.

Somebody brought in two boxes of fruit so I brought a bowl full of Italian prunes up this morning to have in the fridge. I do love those purple plums.  I brought up a few apples too but when I went back to get some more, the box was gone.  I think I'll try to make a small cobbler out of the ones I have as they are definitely cooking apples.

Well, it's Monday and I got my Story Worth topic in my email. Not inclined to write on the subject they suggested so now I have to go research some other idea that appeals to me. Here's what I wrote last week:

What Organizations I belonged to in high school

I started high school in September of 1957. I was only 13 but would turn 14 on the 22^nd of that month. I graduated June 1, 1961, when I was 17.  I enjoyed my four years of high school and look back on them fondly, for the most part.  As a freshman, there weren’t too many clubs you could join but everyone was automatically included in the Girls and Boys Club.  I was elected secretary of the Girls Club in my senior year.  Freshman could also participate in Pep Club and Service Squad so I signed up immediately. Loved them both.

Much to my delight in Service Squad, I was assigned to the secretary of the grade school at the Lincoln Building where I attended classes from kindergarten through sixth grade.  My job was to deliver all the art and school supplies that the teachers had requested.  The supply room was in the basement so my trips to the various rooms meant walking up and down three flights of stairs because the building was never outfitted with an elevator. I actually loved walking into each classroom as the little kids there all looked upon me with interest. I was, after all, a teenager in high school.

In my last two years I worked on the school yearbook and newspaper. I also served as the librarian at the checkout desk for one period a day. In my senior year, I chose to work the hour after school had finished for the day. I’m not sure why because I had always been keen to leave the school grounds as quickly as possible all the years I attended.

I belonged to a club called O.G.A. (Order of Gregg Artists) that all the girls that enrolled in shorthand class were a part of once they took dictation at a certain speed and received their pin. There were never any boys in this class.  I received several pins for speeds of 50 wpm and more. I may even have a few still saved in my jewelry box.  The club I enjoyed the most was Pep Club. I was a member all four years and it was almost like a sorority with all the rules that were assigned.  You had to come to the basketball games in time to watch and cheer for the B-squads. You had to wear a white blouse with a large red and white “Redskins” button attached on the left side of your shirt, and we all owned small red beanies that said Pep and we wore them with pride.  We knew all the cheers by heart and sang and yelled them religiously as the cheerleaders and song queens led us with their dancing and acrobatic moves.

 

I don't always add pictures to my stories but I found these in my annual and since I have a scanner now, I thought I would include them.