Time Flies
I am here to tell you of a rare experience of time flying. This happened as recently as this morning when I realized it was 9:30 and I was still under the covers from a night’s rest. Talk about rare. Dennis said I must have needed it. Wise ole cowboy.
The usual items on the first floor were tackled for my local effort. Hmm. Twelve noon. I made a decision right then and there that the studio would have to get along without me today. Absence will make the heart grow fonder as the next task is taken on with the quilt. The three inch border needs some free motion stitching. That will make doing the binding easier.
What I did work through was my telephone history. Sometime last year I had let the minutes run out and I couldn’t figure out why there was a weird message and no phone calls were coming through. I now know that I am good until 6/24/2024. Whew.
A call was taken this afternoon from my aunt in Arizona. Her son Mark had clued me in that she has some dementia. I let her choose the topics as when I would ask her something, she didn’t acknowledge that it had been asked. After a short nine minutes she was ready to end the call. Unfortunate but reality.
I checked in with Carrie after a one-day knee surgery that took place Thursday of last week. Something about a meniscus injury happening sometime in the past from winter sports. All went well and recovery will not be as long as first thought. Good news.
Dennis has requested a bowl of steaming hot oatmeal for supper with just a bit of brown sugar on the side. I can handle that.
Time is flying as Christmas is coming soon.
With that I take my leave. ♥