A Good Sunday
Sunshine and cooler temps gave way for a great walk this morning. As I toddled down Stauffer Avenue George and Sherry were out in their yard. Of course a chat ensued. A bit further June was out raking rock out of her grass after the winter’s snow plowing. Always time for a bit of chit chat with June. I had missed out on walking Friday and Saturday and today I could feel it. How soon the old body wants to go back to the old ways and shorten the tendons and muscles in the hips, legs and even toes. It is true . . . moving is the tonic to staying mobile.
Dennis did take the day off . . . in total. I took notice that he moved from the east side to the west side in the patio porch, taking advantage of where the sun would warm him to allow him to catch cat naps. Snuggles and Harriet were right there with him each in their own basket.
The sewing studio had not had its lights on for the entire week. It took me a while to get back in the grove. The hexagon quilt was under the needle just where I had left it. I have realized that sewing a straight line is still difficult for me. It’s one thing to move the fabric forward allowing it to be pulled into the needle area. I could do straight quarter inch seams non-stop. With machine quilting the goal is to move the fabric left to right, at a right angle, right to left and also pulling it towards me. It’s a whole new mindset and my mind was not cooperative with this machine quilting. My goal was to mirror the hexagon angles, sewing straight lines from point to point. Doing each hexagon, I would tell myself that this one would be better than the last. Not! It is what it is. With all the seams that are evident in sewing hexagons together . . . looking at 89 of them sewn together, my erratic seaming fits right in. Hey . . . if it were perfect there would be a label on it stating that it was a product of China. This is definitely one of a kind. Dennis is already eyeing this 55″ x 65″ as a new cover when he is in his recliner.
Tomorrow, being Monday, begins a new week. New opportunities. New perspectives. Out with the old mindset . . . onto a fresh outlook. When I listen to new statistics of health issues, I can only say a prayer to keep my family safe. I realize that being at your place of employment has brought on new challenges to get through the day. I realize that having to work from home is annoying as there is no way that the noise from children being home and needing to be home schooled can be closed out. Those scenarios are doable in relationship to what some are enduring when a family member is ill and they can’t even have the presence of family support to get through their fight. Being in a hospital bed with only a masked health care worker for company . . . scary. Not even able to see and read what their eyes are saying. Eye contact is part of our communication.
Dennis and I are good through this and pray that those we love and know will also endure.