Catcher in the Rye*

I thought there was a limit, but apparently there's not.  Sewings skills can be used just about everywhere.

Bones, just the bare bones

My sister was lamenting the demise of the grass catcher for her push mower. She brought it over so I could commiserate with her.  Maybe a short memorial service would be appropriate, a prayer or something. My heart wasn't into sympathy or mourning, and I pulled the rest of the disintegrated fabric from the catcher skeleton. Horrors!  Now it was just bare, naked bones, and I'd shown and paid no respect at all.




The next day remorse set in, and the image of warming up my sewing machine loomed large.  Since I was headed out on an errand that took me right next to the fabric store, picking up the parts for this project was simple.

and ready to mow

Brand renewed

So with a sewing machine, a drill, a hammer, pliers, 1/2 yard of fabric (only this came from the fabric store), thread and a couple yards of wire, new life--a new "body"--was breathed back into the grass catcher.  Just never can tell what will be part of the Things I get to do today.  Be prepared.

*It was not really in the "Rye."  But "Catcher in the Sewing Room" doesn't have the same ring or name recognition.

Chicken Spaghetti

This morning's cutting--half already
 out on the chicken "plate" and half left for tomorrow

It takes a strong wind to open the door. Twice this morning my back one has given in as the blustery freshness of spring gushed through the house. Winds like this when rain is forecast make me think it will come down hard soon, so I'm in a bit of a hurry.  My neighbor's back yard is three to six inches deep in chicken spaghetti, and if I don't mow it off the Things I get to do today soon, it will be have wait for another day when the grass (chicken spaghetti) is dry enough to cut at that height.

"You just slurp it in like this."

Tastes better
when you stand in the middle of it

Nora, Lena, Latifah and Nina get their share as well, all the better when it is cut and piled on the chicken "plate."  They do, indeed, gobble it up.  Simple, sweet, and satisfying all around.