Will wonders never cease!? I was going on about $2.329 gas and today I managed to fill up for even less! I suppose in Kansas and Indiana gas is back to 25 cents a gallon, right???
Still…it’s nice to think that there’s gas under two bucks somewhere!
So tell me….have we hit the Mother Lode of oil somewhere in the US? What was all the $3.15 gas about other than the oil companies wanting to get richer? I can’t see that anything has changed in terms of supply and demand other than we have gotten through the summer. I know the oil companies think we use more gas in the summer as we go on vacation, but I’ll bet you anything that $3.15 gas curtailed a LOT of vacations.
I believe in the concept of supply and demand, but I’d like to see a little less GREED at work here. And, I’d also like to see natural supply and demand, not those which are artificially created. It’s almost as though we are returning to the era of the robber barons.
It’s nice to see the cost of gas dropping. Now, what would be a reasonable cost for a gallon of gas?

I’ve had to get new eye glasses, not because of a prescription change, but because the right nose piece snapped off. I wore them cockeyed over the weekend, and then visited the optometrist’s office, hoping they could repair them. No such luck. They advised me to take the pieces to a jeweler to see if they could be soldered back together, and I’d have a spare pair of glasses.
One of the women who runs the office for the practice took me back to a wall of frames and proceeded to choose seven shapes that I liked. Then we went to a mirror with good natural light, and she handed me three of the frames, and instructed me to select the two I liked the most. We kept on with that until we narrowed it down to two choices. Then, everyone in the office got to give their opinion. Luckily, everyone liked the pair I liked the best. The glasses will be ready either Friday or early next week.
I’ll be glad to have them. You don’t realize what that little variation in focus will do until you have to live through it for a week.
I’ve ordered progressive bifocals that are frame-less on the bottom edge. The lens is held in place with a thin plastic cord. I’m not a fashion maven. They aren’t Red Hat Lady colors….just a natural look that will last for years. The pair that just died was five years old. Not bad, huh?

YES!!! $2.329 is a far cry from the cost of a gallon of gas this summer. I think the place where I buy gas topped out at $3.159, and I know it was more expensive in Chicago. Yeah, I know that those of you who don’t live in this area are paying less than two dollars a gallon, but I doubt we’ll ever see that here.
Did I tell you that my youngest sis called one day just to tell me that she had driven past a sign for gas that read $1.999 a gallon? Mean, I tell you. She’s just plain mean!

I wasn’t on vacation. You would have heard all about my plans long before I left for vacation. I was among the missing due to a LOT of office work, a LOT of piecing quilt blocks, some gardening, and a recurring bout of light flu. I didn’t realize how long it had been since I had posted.
I really need to get a voice activated blog. I think of things to share throughout my day, but by the time I get to the computer, I’ve forgotten what I wanted to say.
Fall progress:
It’s been gorgeous here, a beautiful Fall. The black walnut trees, always the first to change, have been gold the past few weeks. With the stormy weather of the last few days, they’ve dropped most of their leaves. The rest of the grove is still green, with a hint of gold creeping in here and there.
Weather:
We’ve had a warm Fall, with occasional dips into colder weather. Yesterday it was in the eighties, but later today we will have dropped twenty degrees as a cold front moves through. We had a dry summer, but we seemed to have made up for it during September and October. The severe weather Monday night didn’t cause any problems here, but neighbors have some branches down, and Chicago and several suburban towns were hit hard. There’s been flooding of creeks, and flash floods were expected today as more storms come through. The two retention ponds immediately east of us are full to the brim. More rain today may put the road under water. Our daughter sent a cute e-mail thanking us for the pallets her dad delivered this Spring. It seems they needed them Monday night, and she was really glad that their things were up off the basement floor, high and dry.
Health:
Elegante Mum is a bit under the weather. She has a mild flu, and she’s given it to me. I need to get her up and moving around, even though she doesn’t want to be active. I know that if we let her sit too long her health will deteriorate. Call her and tell her to “Get BUSY!”
Gardening:
I RIPPED OUT the coreopsis on Saturday. I decided I didn’t want to deal with it any longer, and simply tore it out. That end of the garden looks a lot better at the moment. I dug up two (maybe three) iris and moved them to pots to winter over in the garage. I moved two more iris within the garden. I don’t know if those plants will make it. It’s very late in the season to dig iris, but I used a shovel and moved them in huge clumps. We’ll have to hope for the best. If the iris in the pots winter over, I’ll transplant them back into the garden next year. While I consider myself a mostly organic gardener, I chose to spread “Preen” to keep the seeds I disturbed when I weeded from germinating. And, where ever I can, I use “Round-up” on poison ivy.
I plan to cut back the iris and chrysanthemum this Fall. I’ll mulch around the chrysanthemums to help them through the winter. There’s an absolutely beautiful bronze mum just opening in the herb garden. It’s the only color there beside green, this time of the year. I need to tidy up the gardens so that the guests who come for Elegante Mother’s Open House won’t blab about what a lazy gardener I am.
Dear Husband bought CEDAR timbers to rebuilt part of the herb garden! It’s going to look lovely as the cedar ages, and I doubt that the garden will have to be re-timbered again while we live here. *S*
Seasonal:
I’m slowly getting out the Fall and Halloween decorations. I have a few pumpkins, but I want to find a green Cinderella pumpkin, and some cornstalks. I don’t think I have the ooomph to build a scarecrow this year, but I’ll hang the bats and spiders and put out my rubber rat! *G* EM HATES that rat! lol
That’s the general “stuff.” Of course, there was sewing quilt blocks, and a few other things, but I’ll put that in a separate entry.
I think this is my favorite time of year. I hope that you’re all having a good Fall.

Do you remember a little book that was so popular a few years back that encouraged us to do random acts of kindness? I don’t think we do enough of them.
I have been thinking for several years that I needed to write a note to the gardener at a house I pass three times a week on the way to exercise. Perhaps ten years ago, I realized that this gardener was very slowly creating a beautiful shade garden under a stand of pines. Each year a few more plants made their presence known until there was something blooming through out the entire growing season.
I do very little shade gardening, although I seem to have more shade now than when we moved to this house seventeen years ago. I thought it would be lovely to walk through this garden, and talk with the gardener, and learn about plants that I’ve never grown.
I started saying the street number to myself, and had it memorized, but I’d forget to write the note. I finally wrote the address down to nudge my memory and then lost the paper I’d written it on. Finally, I wrote the address down on one page of a small notebook I carry, and left the notebook open in my purse so I’d have to pass it each time I got something out of my purse.
This Monday morning, I saw the note, and took the time to write the briefest of notes to the gardener. I didn’t beg for the chance to walk through the garden. I just told the gardener that I had been watching, and that I thought (s)he had done a marvelous job.
Last night, the gardener called, and got my answering machine. Dear Husband heard the call and told me to go listen. Although it was close to eight at night, I called, and had the most lovely conversation with the couple who live at number 1915. It turns out the gardener is a man who has lived at that house for 54 years.
We chatted about people who live in this area, and I was able to bring to his mind which house was mine by telling him that I lived across the road from one of the oldest families in our area. I know all sorts of things about this couple, and they know a few things about me. I told them about our raccoon trials, and they commiserated. This gentleman and I have more than gardening in common. We both have spouses who don’t garden! *G*
We have stormy weather coming in for the next few days, but we’re expecting sun by Tuesday. My gardening friend generously invited me to come see his gardens. I asked if we could postpose our visit until the clear weather next week, and we settled on late Tuesday morning. I was thrilled to be invited. I have a lot to learn from him. I think it’s going to be a lovely visit.
You know, I wish I had done this SO much sooner!

Have you ever really considered just how you use your knees?
I mean, we all would say that we walk, and we sit, and we rise, and we squat. But have you ever given any thought to the other way you use your knees?
My right knee is almost healed from the medial collateral ligament sprain that I developed June 10th. I hobbled around for nine days, and then went to see my doc, who sent me on to an Orthopedic specialist. The physician’s assistant prescribed three weeks of immobilizing my knee, along with frequent treatment with ice (in my case, with a bag of peas), and Advil for pain control. About two weeks short of the three month anniversary I saw the orthopedic doc, who arranged for x-rays. He told me that this type of sprain usually takes about five months to heal. I’m on the fast track, apparently, but I’m still trying to be cautious, so that I don’t have any relapses this far into my recovery.
So back to how we use our knees….
As I said, I’m trying to be cautious, but I find myself returning to old habits that can’t be good. We have two drawers below the cook-top that have the type of shelf that slides out. Mine are loaded with heavy cooking bowls, and Corning ware. I find myself wanting to push those drawers in with my knee.
Across from those drawers is the dishwasher. I discovered that I close its door by turning my back to the unit, hooking my foot under the door and doing a hamstring lift to bring the door up into place.
I used to use my toes to brush things to the right or left. You know….kicking a branch out of the way, or pushing one ice cube toward another on the floor, so you only have to bend once to pick them up.
I’m going to have to unlearn ALL those clever little movements. It’s time to bend again, and let my knees get back to good health.
I’m happy to say that I can do about 95% of the exercises at our exercise class. That’s not to say that I don’t feel it the next day, but it’s not the kind of pain that says, “STOP!” And, sleeping on my left side is getting easier. It may be a while until I can sleep on my right side (the damaged knee side), but I can sleep through the night now, and I consider that a major improvement.
Pay attention to how you use YOUR knees. I bet you find some habits that need to be ditched!

That’s what I paid for gas today. During the summer I cut back my travel as much as I could. I grouped errands onto two days a week, rather than running out every day. I let the car sit as much as possible because gas was at least $3.199. I drove slower, and took my time accelerating. I did everything I could think of, short of not using the car, to cut back on our gas bills.
It pains me that the oil companies raise the costs like that during the summer. I know we are a free market society. I understand the concept of supply and demand. I suspect that I’m not the only person who cut back on their driving, and it had to have an effect on the number of gallons sold this summer. Perhaps that kept us from having $4.00 a gallon gas, or more. At least, I hope it did.
If it weren’t for our exercise class, and the occasional fabric shopping trip, and going out to dinner, I believe that I could live a hermit’s live. I could shop once a month (I think), and stay put at home. I’d miss the contact with people, but I’d keep in touch with my friends via phone and computer.
I was delighted to hear that Richard Branson, owner of Virgin Airlines, has pledged a BILLION dollars in alternative energy research through the end of this decade. I know that he hopes to fuel his airplane fleet with a new energy source, and that he believes that cars and trucks will be able to use it too. I also understand that he will make a lot of money off this new product. That’s okay, as long as we break the hold that petroleum has over us, and we work on cleaning up the Earth.
There have to be a lot of innovative people working on this problem. Why aren’t we hearing more about their work?

My mother cracked me up yesterday. I was driving her as we ran errands and she told me a pun.
When Dear Husband is away, we seem to make it a point to stand in for him telling puns. He’s addicted to the simplest puns, and I prefer the long drawn out stories with the goofy punchlines. At any rate, when he is away, we feel obligated to fill in the missing puns.
EM was reading a mystery. The book wasn’t particularly humorous, but it had a paragraph that hit her funny bone. Apparently, one of the characters owned three goats. The goats were named Shirley, Goodness and Mercy.
Those of you who are Christians get the pun. For the rest of you, the names are taken from this phrase “Surely, goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord,” which comes from the 23rd Psalm.
Perhaps you had to be there, but I thought it was funny!

I know that many families spend part of the Labor Day weekend doing repairs to their home, and seeing to those things that need to be done before the house is closed up for the winter. Because Dear Husband is a sailor, we tend to put those activities off until later in October. That means that Labor Day is mine to do with as I please.
This year, it has pleased me to play with fabric. I have a wall hanging that had a design flaw. There are four baskets in the center, and stars in the corners. One of the stars was made from the same fabric pattern, but in a color that wasn’t used in the rest of the quilt. Duh…..a beginner’s error. I should have known better. It’s bugged me since I finished the top.
Last night, I got out my trusty seam ripper, took off the outer border, and removed the star that didn’t fit with the rest of the design. I was surprised at how little time it took me to take it apart.
What was even more surprising was how little time it took me to stitch the replacement in place. I’ve trimmed the lightest border back to one and a half inch, and I’m going to sew the original red border back in place.
Cop Car is one of four people who would understand all this babble. I could have said to you….”I played with fabric. I had a great time!” But, it seemed that it needed a little more explanation.
Tomorrow, I hope to add borders to two other wall hangings, cut out blocks for a quilt Elegante Mother is working on, and perhaps cut the borders for another of her quilts.
I’ve been pondering for about six years how to finish a quilt I started for one of my nieces. If I don’t get this quilt finished soon, she’ll be able to use it for her children! So, that’s rising to the top of my “Must Do!’ stack. And, I need a morning to finish a quilt I started for my granddaughter.
Maybe it’s a good thing that weeds don’t grow during the winter. I need all the time I can get to finish these projects!

…a rather LARGE bug, lying on its back in my mudroom. I don’t think it’s doing the backstroke. I think it’s dead. What I wonder is, did it come in on my clothes this morning when I came in from weeding and pruning, or did it come into the house in the bag of sweet corn I bought yesterday? I suppose it could have come in on my son’s clothing when he returned from the Renaissance Faire yesterday. I really don’t know how it came to be in my house.
I think it’s a praying mantis, and it looks a lot like the one in the picture at the top of the page on the link. It’s about six inches long.
I’m leaving it for Dear Husband to see when he returns from sailing tomorrow.