A Friday
It’s a Friday and I feel good about today. It is getting easier for me to let go of what I know I can no longer do in regard to some of the work left to do outside. I know Dennis has a good fellow coming to help out and it is now out of my hands and off of my mind.
It has not been easy on me with the covid lockdown. Each month I thought that would be the last of it. Not so. It’s been o.k. getting to the grocery store, drug store and post-office with a mask on everywhere I go. Yes, I have driven over to Old Alley Quilt Shop three times. I have not dallied about or mingled to any extent while in the store. Zip, zip and I am on my way home.
I have needed to be careful as I don’t know how vulnerable Dennis is in regard to his immune system. I would never forgive myself if I brought something home for him to endure. With that being said, I am also thinking of myself in regard to the care I would need to give. How far would it ware me down? I have had experience when we went through the times before it was known that the carotids were bringing Dennis down to brink. It is not me being selfish, it is reality. It’s hard work mentally, emotionally and physically being a caregiver. Thank the Lord, those days are behind us. Dennis has been doing great and I am thankful for it every day. But let’s be clear, I am up for it when and if it is needed.
In the past we would whip over to Mankato in a heartbeat, just to be getting out of town and being somewhere else. Since March that has been a no, no. I had been getting out to be with fellow stitchers and meeting for lunch at Baker’s Square. That has been a no, no. My car has been getting great gas mileage.
Today with my spirits having been lifted, I immersed myself into the sewing studio. The embroidery module is going full bore and I spent some time working with my model 1840 Sears Kenmore machine. I am doing some prep work on the quilted quilt with the Kenmore prior to the binding process of a quilt. Oh my gosh. I had forgotten the wear and tear on my right wrist of putting the presser foot up and down. The angle required to get the job done makes it feel like it takes a ton of pressure to get the job done. Getting the needle threaded . . . hum. I have gotten so spoiled with the Bernina doing both of those functions automatically. I still like the fact that I have the Kenmore as a backup. It’s my old bud.
Dennis had his second injection today for the wet macular degeneration. It can’t feel very comfortable in regard to these next several days. He says it feels like he has an entire gravel pit in his eye. The eye patch does keep out the tendency to put a finger to the eye.
We are on to the weekend and feeling very thankful and blessed here on Stauffer Avenue. It is the best place in town.