Everyday Rurality. Each week she hosts a group of questions and it is nice to visit and learn about others week to week.
1. Are you a list maker? (grocery, to-do, goals, etc.)
Yes, I am a list maker. I keep a note book with my lists in them, I make grocery lists, I keep track of the miles I walk and I keep track of the number of books I read in one year. I have started keeping track of the rugs I have made too. Gosh the list goes on and on.
2. Do you have overnight guests often?
No, not very often now. We really aren't set up for it. My favorite guests are my grand babies and even they haven't got to spend the night in awhile. Quite a long while.
3. Where is your laundry room, or the area that you keep your washer and dryer?
I have a laundry room just off of the kitchen. I stand and fold clothes and because my living room is a great room it is all kind of together.
4. How are you with tools? Power tools?
I love, love tools, any and every kind. I love to go look at tools when we go to the farm supply store. I have my own scroll saw and I have a drill and a drill press and a belt sander. I have a nice little hand tool that does wood carving. So I love tools. Right up there with my sewing machines.
5. Tell me something that will make me smile. Please.
When my grandsons were spending a day with me when Momma went to have their brother. It was cold and I let them watch way too much Duck Tails. I was feeling guilty about it and I told them that we needed to go outside before they all turned into couch potatoes.
T. looked horrified and I knew that I had said something that upset him. So I tried to explain and the more I explained the worse it got. So I just said, " Never mind lets go outside." T is a deep thinker, later he looked at me and said, " Grandma, I can't turn into a couch potato because I am blood and bones. Potatoes don't have blood and bones." I told him he was right and now I really watch what I say.
We have a Volkswagen that my husband has been restoring. My other grandson was walking with me and A. asked me, " What is that? pointing to the car. I glanced at it and said, " Oh, it's a bug." He stopped in his tracks, He looked at me and said, " Grandma, that isn't a bug!!" I was laughing so hard as I tried to explain.
Thanks to Patrice this weeks questions.