Limits
Working towards using what I have on hand . . . there comes a time when I have reached my limit. Putting together a pieced top for a utilitarian quilt is just that . . . a piece of this and a piece of that. I have pieces of quilt batting that are going to suffice. I have nothing to use for the backing. Not enough of one fabric to make 77″ x 77″. I have met my limit.
It may have been cold today. In fact the entire way to the Old Alley Quilt Shop in Sherburn the register of outside temperature never went above -6. No matter. When I had mentioned to Dennis that I would be traveling out of the town, he didn’t bat an eye as he had plans for the afternoon. The only stipulation was that I had to make sure I had my telephone with.
When I got home at two this afternoon, I realized what Dennis’ plan had been for the afternoon. We now have a pasta, tuna and pea casserole in the oven. Sweet!
We usually break for a three o’clock meeting at the dining room table. Dennis and I have been having a vitamin drink every afternoon when the schedule suits. Let me tell you, that schedule has not had to have been varied for a long time. Dennis, at this time, usually has a lot to share as he has a captive audience . . . me. Invariably, something on the rural television station that he and the kittens have enjoyed in the patio porch needs to be shared. Why not! I’ve got enough game that I can interject or ask questions. The social life here during the covid has been drastically reduced, so we are wise enough to go our separate ways . . . me in the sewing studio and Dennis in the garage porch so we have news to bring to the table. We are very social right here on Stauffer Avenue.
Each day we get to choose how to enjoy ourselves and the other one across from the table. It is so much easier to take each moment as it comes. Moments in time cannot be rewound or repeated. We don’t know how many moments we have so why waste them. There is a limit in each of our lives.