Life moves on

I have now been working at Walmart for over 3 months.  This past week I completed the Pathways video training program and received my first raise.  I have to give praise to God for the resilience to do this job, and, hopefully, to do it to the satisfaction of my supervisors and managers.  I like the work, and it has been a God-send in keeping me too busy to focus on James' passing and the life changes that it brought about.

It does feel good to receive that paycheck and know that I am able to keep the bills paid on by own, by the grace of God.

I don't spend much time in my sewing room.  I guess I have time in my mornings, but have been so spoiled in being able to work on a project until it was completed quickly, that I just haven't adapted to sneaking in an hour here and there.

After completing the sixteen-patch top, I purchased a polyester batt to use in it.  I just wanted to get a light, fluffy quilt for Summer, but I'm afraid that time is getting away from me and it will become a Fall/Winter quilt if I finally get around to it soon.  I need to get it basted while I can still do that outside on the carport, but I haven't been successful in coming up with a backing that pleases me.  My girlfriend that provided most of the fabrics has already deemed the quilt UGLY, but I think it will be quite 'interesting' and pleasing to me when it is finished.  My tastes have always run contrary to popular likes.
Honestly, though, it does remind me of the kind of quilt that you find well-used, sticking out of a doghouse, or under a vehicle that is undergoing repair of some kind.   HA !

I still battle to keep the lawn mowed, only using my Friday's off, generally, to get it done.  My garden produced plenty of nice-sized tomatoes.  In fact, it produced more than I got around to using or giving away, and sadly, I have had to throw a few away that got over-ripe waiting for me to eat them.
I have only had one Moonflower bloom this year, and I surprisingly found it in bloom when I rounded the yard with the jeep this morning, heading for Church.

My cucmbers, only two hills, grew well enough for me to make up about six or so little jars of refrigerator pickles.  After that, I think that I damaged them while mowing inside the garden fence, because the ones growing since them have not been as good, some even turning yellow while still small.  But, boy oh boy, do those sweet  pickles go well with supper !