Fleeting Thoughts:
A rainy, misting type of day sent me into my sewing room. No noise, just total quiet. Perfect for ramblings in thought. Last April, Megan and I were working on a Vikings quilt for Nicholas in the quiet of this sewing room. Out of the blue Megan sprouted thoughts. “Grammie, if you had bumps taken off of your toes, and you have new knees and now new shoulders, when are you going to have your head worked on?” I was totally taken by surprise and caught off guard to the point I said nothing.
“You know, Grammie, the song: “Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes . . .” Megan sang it through several times. “You’d have the whole song when you get your head fixed.” As quick as that all came out, she had no more to say as her head was bent down, guiding her quilt material to slide under the needle of the sewing machine. The machine hummed on.
In the peaceful quiet: me, myself and memories. It is priceless.