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Well, I can see that a week has gone by since I last made an entry. We've been busy here--my 6ds22 is moving to NYC at the end of the week. I've been getting boxes for him.
Since dh worked for Wendy's for 21 years, we have always used Fry-boxes for moving. If you don't know about Fry-boxes, let me tell you about them. They are all the same size, a comfortable size for carrying, and they stack so well in a moving truck. If you live near a Wendy's, you can get fry-boxes everyday, and other boxes a couple of times a week.
You need to do this EARLY. I have called at 6:20 am and the boxes are already in the recycling dumpster. But around here, the morning crew gets to the store about 6 am. So I call and ask them to save them for me, and they put them outside the back door about 9am.
But I don't really want to think about my "baby" moving 600 miles away. So I'll talk about the Present I got last week.
My sil got a new (old) treadle machine at a yard sale. This one had six drawers in the cabinet. So my brother brought her old one to me last week. It sits in my living room until I can get two men together to move it--it's like, CAST IRON...
I love that it's a Singer. You can go to the Singer website and find the year of manufacture by the serial number. Mine was made in Glasgow, Scotland, in 1884. Wow. I wish it could talk, and tell me of the things it has made. And the things it has seen--the turning of not one but two centuries, two world wars, electric and now computerized sewing machines...
I found a couple of websites that sell stuff with which I can restore this machine. My kids want me to do it (are they thinking of great calf muscles?). I think it would be fun to actually use it--hey, it would work even when the power is out!!
But that would be a project for another time. This week I will enjoy my son (we plan a game night for Thursday) and then let him go on his Great Adventure. And I know that the Lord will go ahead of him, and I will rest in the knowledge that He is a better caretaker than I could be.
Bless you, my baby. |
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