I've worked most of the day on Gibson's blanket and got it all done but for the embroidery that I do around the letters of his name and for the first time ever, I bought stencils to use as patterns for those and I feel as if I cheated a bit but so what?
The whole thing is incredibly imperfect, as imperfect as his grandmother, but it is going to be warm and cozy and soft and therefore, yes, like his grandmother. Or at least, as I would want to be for him.
I finished listening to this book.
I recommend highly.
And then I immediately downloaded a new one.
Generally, when I go to my app to find new books to listen to I search reviews before I download one but in this case, I just did it. I've only listened to a little bit of it and so far, I am pleased. We shall see. Right now I absolutely have to have something to listen to as I work with my hands. This is my saving grace, my coping mechanism, my way to get through my day.
I talked to May tonight and it turned out that last week she was reading a book with her eyes at the same time I was listening to it. It was also a very well-written book and we both agreed it was fine.
Although sad. But beautiful.
A day. Another day in post Apocalyptic America.
I took the trash, I cleaned the hen house, I did the laundry, I made the cranberry orange relish for Thanksgiving, I used my hands and thread and a needle and my grandmother's Singer sewing machine and flannel and scissors. I talked to my daughters and husband via text and phone.
The sun rose, clouds came out and hid it, the wind blew them away, and it shone again. It is getting cold tonight. I made my bed so that when I get back into it tonight with my comfort book, I will be as comfortable as I can get.
This is what I did today to try and stay on this side of the sanity/insanity fence.
What did you do? I would like to know.