AFTER

 

Tidy, much more so now.   Thread is mixed in with the books as are pens and those ever useful measuring implements.  My desk is a bit more of a mess with loose papers here and there topped by my latest Panda Express fortune.  “Your dreams will  become reality.”

I take another nap but only one hour.  My TARGET Avi/Avi shirt shows no wrinkles, but my very name brand pants didn’t survive as well.  The only person who will see me is G, and he doesn’t care.  I don’t care either.  Outdoors the sun is shining, there is a cool breeze blowing, and the roar of the cars below us on Nimitz sounds like surf.

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• http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/Himself:  Took me to takeout Panda Express and we parked by the bay to eat.
• Myself:  Dinner last night was chicken with green beans.  My favorite take out from Panda.
• Reading:  Still Harold Nicholson and Java mixed with a little Burkholder and the Amish mysteries.
• Photo:  The bedroom today.
• Gratitude’s:  That we have a bedroom.

GIRAFFING

I’m almost ready to start quilting again.  There’s only a small pile of unread magazines left to read…left over from my long hospitalization.  I plead sickness, or giraffness…before someone realizes that I am awake and in here.  Giraffness?  This is stubborn and easily distracted.

Yesterday we Registered Grumpy at AAA along with getting Passport photos.  Then it was off to see Margaret who put a rinse on my hair, medium blond which looks brown, and it washes out slowly not leaving a white area where it has grown out.  I was so appalled at the more than generous amount of white hair and thousands of wrinkles when I looked in the mirror that I thought I had to do something.  I’ve always been the friend who recommends letting the hair go back to natural.  Now I feel a bit like hiding my head in shame.

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• Himself:  Computer games all morning.
• Myself:  Finished a “Sid Halley” book, made bed, ate breakfast, heading for lunch now.
• Reading:  Francis.
• Photo:  2017, 1^st place at the SD County Fair.
• Gratitude’s:  That I am slowly morphing back to normal.

Guilty Mending First

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Down in the garage sorting out fabrics for the Transportation Quilt. August 2007.

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I'm mending today, or at least I call what I am doing mending. You can think of me with my sewing table pushed up to the bedroom door, my tiny pile of mending beside me, and a giant pile of fabrics on the bed behind me.

I have been putting this minor sewing stuff off forever, yet this morning, after helping clean my home before the water was shut down, I’ve already taken in the waist of a pair of black Bermuda shorts. I am ready to put darts in a turquoise pair before moving to mend my brown raffia bag that broke on our cruise. I gotta have shorts in this weather. No one really wants to see my scars or compression socks, but long pants are unbearably uncomfortable in the heat we have had.

In all clear conscience, I cannot start work on the next quilt until the mending is done. Sometimes all I can do is laugh at myself.

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Me: Delightfully cool at last here. I’ve been hunting for Anne Haynes, “Union Castle Line Pursette” online, new or used, and am not making great headway today. Took in black shorts, teal next, then a purse to mend.

G: Tells me he’s doing better, but I don’t know. He’s not all perky yet tho he’s loving working back at his old job. He is hating going in later and coming home later. For years we used to eat at four thirty, and for the next few weeks we will be eating at five before the time is moved again to five thirty. We don’t do well eating at that time. We will have to adjust, won’t we.

Duck: Delightfully fuzzy. He’s latched onto his joke about “His” dog, and even if Duck can’t remember what’s happening in his life, his dog thinks it delightful. Last night we chatted with both of them in their rooms with the curtain pulled between the beds. I sat in Duck’s wheel chair between the two spaces and talked with both Fred and Duck.