Recovery
Dennis is on the mend. He hopped into his little red pickup and went to pick up Dwayne for coffee. Dennis’ daughter texted me that they had stopped at Casey’s, where she works, for coffee as McDonalds’s is doing a huge remolding. Denise commented that Dennis was the person to be with in Casey’s . . . lots of questions and well wishers. It did his constitution good. This afternoon, Lyle is visiting Dennis in the patio porch. We are in “recovery 101.”
I have an oven meal ready for supper. I can manage the ingredients to make them more desirable than what would come out of a fry pan, and healthier. Dennis is beginning to appreciate the flavor of red and green peppers in a dish. Of course onions included is a no brainer.
Tomorrow I head to Bird Island to the Bernina shop. Amanda and Kelly do such a great job with customer service. The day has expanded. My nephew Larry’s wife, Jennifer, had asked me if I would consider making a Christmas stocking for their new grandson, Leo Conrad. Jennifer’s mom passed away last year. Larry’s mom, my sister Elvera, passed away five years ago. I have filled in as best I can. Jennifer has shopped for the fabric and I will have one previously sewn one to model the new one after. As my sewing machine is being serviced, Jennifer and I will meet for noon lunch at Athman’s. Bird Island is a small community and Athman’s is the meet and greet place.
It gets better! On the way home from Bird Island, I will be stopping in at Kevin’s Garage in Fairfax to see my favorite son . . . Kevin. A stop at Casey’s in Fairfax to see daughter-in-law Kersten is a given. This will be an astounding culmination to my big day out of Dodge.
It will be wonderful to have the sewing machine tricked out for the winter’s use. During this last week I have been doing the tidy thing to as much as imaginable. Touch it once and it was on the save pile. Touch it twice and it was on the maybe pile. The third time much of what I have touched over and over and over through the decades hit the recycling bin. The recycling bin was picked up on Friday and I feel so light. I did save the best of what I can manage. Not having the sewing machine to work with for the last week served me well. The sewing machine would have continued to put out a product, less the thread cutter working. The week off served my right wrist well. I continue to work hard to save the mobility that I have in my body by making wiser choices. There are only so many repairs that are feasible.
Slow and steady is not in my DNA. This I need to learn on my own.