Per Perkins Perhe: The King of the Roost and Birdie Flies Home

While working in the yard on Monday, my neighbor's chickens came over to visit. Here is the king of the roost. He had a lot to say.

He and his girls were all hanging out in the garden. Notice the empty pillars on the sides of the gate.

Dad and I went off to have our dental papers for our mission filled out. For me that meant a cleaning. Afterwards we were visiting with the receptionist. Her name is McKenna, just like ours. She's said she was from Santaquin but moved to Payson when she married a Payson guy she met on Trek! Yep, as it turns out after Covid she went on a trek with her stake, and this guy was invited by someone else. Dad and I were there for the Trek's preview Hoedown, and for the trek too. How fun is that.

I had a nice visit with Dave and his girls that evening, after Dad headed to Barbershop.

Look how nice my gate posts looked after they left. So beautiful.

On Tuesday, because Geniel had been messaging me that Todd, the previous weekend, quit breathing and had been rushed to LDS hospital by ambulance. I thought I'd better get in touch with Alysa and take her to see him. Geniel managed to lead me to believe what she believed that he may not make it. As it turned out we visited for 2 hours and had nary a minute with him alone, as his nurse came in 2 or 3 times, his Speech and swallowing specialist came in several times, as well as two different phlebotomists. They were releasing him, against Geniel's advice. But we managed bits of visiting and felt like he was going to be ok.

Look at the site of his IV.

As it turns out he was back in the hospital the next day, but in the IHC hospital in Murray, so please keep him in your prayers. (Though they seem to have a better command of things at the Murray hospital.)

It was also Ian's birthday on Tuesday and he turned 25.

That night Dad and I met up with the Stake President to finish up our mission papers.

Happy Birthday to me said with such panache with the gifting of this bouquet of all my favorite colors. They also happen to be the colors that I am painting my factory spools, and Dad's custom-made spools too. (What you don't see is that he used packages of sugar free chocolates to fill the bottom and bring the colors to the right height. I thought it was so clever, and I don't mind the sugar free chocolate addition either.)

He posted about all the hats I've worn during our marriage in his post about my birthday that I thought was the most moving tribute I have ever read. What a good guy I got.

At work on Wednesday I cleared out this display, putting some things in my half price booth, so that I could move all my 'whites' out of my Haberdashery Booth to make room for more sewing display items. Did you know that in the US Haberdashery has come to mean a men's clothing store, but in England it means the sale of small useful household goods, like ribbon, thread, yarn, lace and sewing implements. Yep, given my tenancies toward Anglophilism, I thought it was the perfect name for this booth.

This is the cabinet I took the whites out of, and which now houses spools of haberdashery supplies.

On Thursday I worked again, and Dad served at the Temple as usual.

First thing on Friday, as Dad and I were cleaning house we saw picture indicating that Eva was back in the good old USA

So happy to be reunited with her friend Jersey Mike.

After more cleaning and some cooking chores, we got to enjoy more pictures.

As she arrived home at the SLC Airport.

Being greeted by family was wonderful, I had almost forgotten we called her Birdie as a little.

Here she is with her Dominican Republic Compatriots, at least those that flew home via SLC.

Welcome home darling girl.

That night we got to enjoy the fruits of our labors that day, as we welcomed the three Christensen siblings who live in a row on 3rd north in the ward, along with their spouses, and the Thatchers, who used to live across the street from them all. Gary Thatcher is the Doorknob photo collector who came by sometime last month.

Here we see the lengths (or Heights) that Dad goes to in order to get pictures of old people without highlighting their turkey necks.

First thing on Saturday Dad came with me to do some tweaking of my Haberdashery. This black metal shelf was my spice rack in the kitchen before I decided to put up the faux Dutch tiles. I thought it would be perfect to contain my cellophaned lace wraps. In order to install it we had to move a filled locked cupboard about 6 inches. Then moving another display that far to keep the opening to the booth wide enough to be inviting.

I added these spools onto this spool rack above the lace cards and managed to sell 10 of them before the day was done. Not a problem it's fun to make them when we watch the Midsomer Murders many evenings.

Here's the total display.

And I moved other elements around, like this short stand that was in front of other shelves.

Now next to the pro, you see how I filled the space below. Thanks again Dad.

And I almost have this display of spools of lace and ribbon filled. Dad is still making me more of these spools, but at least the end is in site now.

We headed home for a few hours, so Dad could make brownies and I could take a chair nap. We headed north again, to pick up my check at The Grove. Here we see part of a new display Jennifer put together. She changes it out every month, and she actually works on Saturday so we got to chat for a bit for the first time in person in about 5 months. Amazing since I actually work for her.

Then we met up at Mi Ranchito with my cousin Debbie so we could celebrate our birthdays. Mine is the 14th and hers is the 19th, so we decided to make a tradition, and get together while we are the same age during those 5 days every year. We just love her so much, what a great example she always is to me.

And just for fun I thought I'd share this business name done up via AI I was considering before I chose to call it the Haberdashery. This actually means Castle of Hats. The funny things is that there actually is a castle by this name, that made me laugh.