Today, when I woke, I woke up with a different age number. It happened while I was asleep. Today, my medical insurance became old age insurance--Medicare. I noticed wrinkles. And aches in creaky bones. Fortunately I got my hair done yesterday, so it's still red! Hooray for the little things in life.
Since there isn't really a good alternative to getting older, I decided I may as well have a nice present to cheer myself up. A couple of weeks ago, I told my husband that I would like an extension table for my sewing machine for this anticipated event. It arrived today. Just in time.
I'm enjoying sewing on this Plexiglass table. No more squiggling around of cloth. It makes me happy. Actually, I had something similar years ago for another machine. One that my husband made for me from wood and covered with Formica. It worked beautifully too, but--it weighed around 100 pounds. This is a guy who thinks nothing is good unless it's so heavy you can't pick it up, or screwed in so tight as to never be able to take a thing apart again. His heart is in the right place. His head is not.
This table I can move without the aid of a crane. We will spend many happy hours together. Getting older.
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