We have leftovers in the fridge for this entire week. I cooked a roast on Sunday but it was for Monday so technically, it wasn’t leftovers. So Monday was roast. Tuesday is leftover Chicken Piccata, Wednesday is leftover tomato soup, Thursday is leftover White Chicken Chili and Friday is leftover roast.
I had planned to do some baking on Monday. I want to experiment with some different wheat berries and yesterday was the perfect day. But, almost as soon as I got up, I had a desperate plea from my cousin for more masks. They had two more positive virus tests at her work so I told her I would get 10 made and in the mail to her. It ended up they closed her work til next Tuesday so that gave me a bit more time but I still wanted to get them made and in the mail.
I got 7 masks made yesterday. I’ll get more made today. I have several other friends needing some so I’m sure I’ll be making masks for a while.
I don’t know what cats know or what cats think or why people have cats in their house and especially in their sewing room but I think Boots is a creature of habit. In the early days, I sewed a lot and he was fine with that. Now that I don’t sew much I sit over there for hours and knit with him and I think he likes that. I sit and I don’t get up. He aggravates me at first but then he sleeps next to me, or partially on me or I take a nap and he sleeps next to me.
Does he even remember when I used to sew? Does he remember that he can’t eat thread, nor can he grab my fabric as it’s going through the sewing machine, or that he can’t sprawl out where I’ve just finished ironing part of my project . . just because it’s cozy and warm in that spot? Apparently either he doesn’t remember the rules or he doesn’t care and I suspect it’s some of both.
I was trying to iron the ties. I’d iron, pick them up to re-position them and he’d flop himself down on the warm towel that I was using for my ironing surface. That went on ALL day.
I talked to a friend last night who said she made 24 masks yesterday. 24 masks? I made 7 and I sewed all day. “Did you have a cat helping?” No! Well, that explains it.
Boots is the sweetest cat but he is pretty determined that he’s going to do what he wants to do . . and there’s no changing his mind.
Today is a new day. I’ll sew more masks. Maybe he’ll be tired of me being in his space and I won’t get quite as much “help” today.