Daily Notes- Thursday February 3rd. Cloudy with a chance of everything.

 Mending.  For some reason my left elbow on the red sweater was several large holes with slim connecting threads holding them together.  I had no red donor sweater so I cut a piece from the donor black sweater. I had no red yarn so I used a variegated blue and white.  You can see some evidence of another red patch. And center top- some of the black peeking out.  I am looking at this and wondering why no black is showing...............makes no sense.  I have the sweater on and the left sleeve feels very stabile.  Good to go.  What usually happens- is the adjoining areas- either from fatigue or jealousy- gives out-- and needs their own patch/mending. Another Mending Mystery. Possibly the sweater had stretched at the holes and the patching brought them together again???? that's how it looks.  Didn't really matter that the patch was black. Much ado about nothing.

One of the grey sweaters is now mostly mending.  Two layers with heavy mending stitching.  A double layer sweater.  Still my favorite.  Always my favorite.  Same with one very very thin pair of corduroy pants.  85% patch.  Just a waistband and zipper holding the patches together. Oh, the pockets are in good shape as well.  All is well in the World when I wear those pants- I wore them to almost see through thinness. Now the inside is new-the outside old.  Like me?????  My skin is very thin and old.

The neighbor down the street who helped with the snow removal on the weekend- received his thank you candy yesterday.  And he reported in to say it was the All Time Best Candy Gift of his Life.  Daughter and I remembered him mentioning-- off hand, years ago- what his favorite was.  We got that. Lots of that.

That's how we roll.

I had soup yesterday.  It was even better than the last bowl a few days ago.  Soup seems to get better in the fridge.

Most of the desserts are done.  We ate them all.  It's time for me to bake something.  Cookies? Or the Boozie Christmas Bundt?  I never made it for Christmas.  Don't know.  Let you know tomorrow if any baking happens today. Husband is probably getting worried as his box of treats is pretty empty.

No sunshine and we have alerts on the iPhones.  Something.   Always Something.