Successfully refamiliarized myself with my late MIL’s sewing machine tonight, after not having touched it for ten years. Ready to ease into some basic projects… like pillowcases.
Part of N. St. Clair St. was closed today while workers poured concrete in the mid-to-upper floors of the Tower on the Maumee (formerly Fiberglas Tower) in downtown Toledo.
The Red Cross phlebotomist “must have hit a plug” in my right arm, so had to use a tiny vein in my left instead. After them being 15-20 minutes behind already, a double-stick, and a slow vein, my blood donation ended up taking 90 minutes.
We rearranged Connor’s bedroom on Monday, moving the head of his bed against the wall and putting his dresser in the corner beside it as a nightstand. He LOVES the change… but still isn’t getting to sleep any earlier for it.
This bush blooms in both pink and blue. My soil’s pH must be totally whack.