Wet Feet
When I stepped out of the car at the grocery store this afternoon, I never expected that the puddle hiding under the snow slush would soak my shoe beyond the sole. We have had all seasons of weather within a span of four days. Days of thirty degrees and more is wasted when the sun doesn’t shine. The forecast has many gray days coming up.
Dennis has an owie. Last Thursday he said his hand felt swollen. When I took a good look, it could very well have been a rubber glove that had been filled with water waiting to be pricked with a pin. Dennis had no recollection of what he had done. He had been cleaning barrels of some older guns but there was nothing that came to mind for the actual injury. Each day I wondered how long it would take before his finger nails would pop off.
Today . . . enough already! We had him at the clinic by nine this morning. Nothing is broken. No damage to tendons. It may have well been similar to a water blister under the skin that found a bit of bacteria to react to and fire up. Dennis will be on antibiotics for 10 days. Good grief Dennis is about as bad as my dad was . . . waiting to feel better before going to the doctor. Being right handed has had its problems for Dennis. He realizes now why many people choose sweat pants to live in.
It had started off to be a quiet day in the sewing studio. I did get down there after a wait at the pharmacy and a trip to the grocery store. It takes my whole being and concentration when I work with digital files for a stitching design. I don’t download designs often enough to stay in the grove. When there is no one living with me that can assist with computers, it is try, try, try again . . . and then finally the correct switch is flipped in the gray matter and it works. Who knows . . . perhaps furrows in between my eyes are meant to accentuate my white hair. If I give in or if I give up, it is a nail in my coffin.
Once I have my act together with stitching and quilting, the process of either of those two does quiet me. I intend to be quiet for some time to come. Whether errands take you to puddles to get wet feet or if you jump into challenges with both feet, it all works out in the end.