What Is It About Saturday?

For some unknown, or maybe just stupid reason, Saturday has long been a very boring day for me. I know it’s the traditional deep cleaning day, but today I’m just feeling tired and lazy. Not to mention that I no longer have anything to deep clean with.

I suppose instead of sitting here looking at the unruly stack of fabric next to my sewing table I could get out of the chair and organize it, or, drum roll—-start sewing it into something useable. Having made 3 tote bags in the last day though I’m not too keen on making another and I have several quilts next to my nest that I should be finishing so I can move them out of here, but so tired.

I really want to sleep. I wish I could sleep. It shouldn’t be long before I crash again, but someone always comes in when that happens and tries to wake me. Doesn’t help at all to tell them berorehand that it happens at times and to just leave me to sleep until I wake up on my own. They seem to feel an obligation to wake me up.

There are times when it is fun having MS and the problems it brings. Most of the time now though it is painful and frustrating. The same holds true about getting older and older. I’ve heard a lot of people talk about how we are supposed to act. Just can’t see myself doing that though. Not even sure how to sit and stare at the TV all day. Maintenance came in a couple of days ago and “fixed” my TV so it works again. Whoda thunk just unplugging it for 30 seconds would reset it and make it work again? Just hope I can remember to do that the next time it happens.

Now a few totally unrelated photos, just because I managed to find them! And a poem I wrote a few months ago and probably already posted, but not sure. Anyway, maybe that will make up for the boring beginning

KODAK Digital Still Camera

KODAK Digital Still Camera

Out in the country and back near the fence
Stood an old house built in the days of yore.
Small in stature and built out of wood
With a half moon carved out of each door.

We never were a family of means
But Dad worked magic with his two hands and more.
He built us two swings and that old wooden house
And carved a half moon out of each door.

There were no lights inside that small house,
No heat in winter, no rug on the floor,
But there were two seats that he sanded smooth
And the half moon he carved out of each door.

Between the two seats a partition stood
From the top of the roof to uncarpeted floor.
One side marked "Ladies", the other side "Gents"
Beneath the the half moon carved out of each door.

There's many a thing I remember well
And miss very much from those days of yore.
Bu one thing I don't miss from those golden days
Is that house with the half moon carved out of each door.

Quarantine Blues

That’s just what I have today!  I just don’t have the energy to do anything at all and I’m not sure I really want to do anything.  The day began okay, up early, pit stop with no falling, back to my chair and sewing again.  Got three face masks finished up and realized I’m just plain tired.  Can’t take time off yet though.  I’ve made two dozen masks, given a dozen of them out already and have about three dozen more to finish.  Whee.  I’m thinking I should make some doll clothes to try to get the momentum back but not sure I even want to do that.  What I really want to do is go down to the activities room and have a nice long visit with my friends. Then I want to get on that bus and visit my Aunt!  Phone conversations are okay but just not the same as a good long hug, conversation with her and my cousin Greg who comes at the same time, another long hug and then coming home to rest.  Big sigh!  Maybe soon.

I guess there was a little bit of excitement a couple of days after I got home from rehab — definitely each time I had to move around was, well not exactly exciting but at least not boring, but still and all, nothing beats a hug!  “Two hearts are never closer than when two people hug”, something a friend of a friend said several years ago.  One of the two quotes I actually remember, the other being from my brother — “I forget if I remember that or not”. That one is becoming my theme lately as I cope with self isolation while working on getting this broken leg healed and moving better.  My favorite activity right now is sitting in the shower with the water on full blast and as hot as it will go, pointing the stream og water at my left shoulder and enjoying the feel of no pain at all!

One would think that since I broke my left leg it would be the pain filled area but that doesn’t hurt at all with a few minor  twinges at times.  Oh,, no!  The pain is all in my left shoulder..  The one that was replaced seven years ago.  I predict the weather with that one. Rain is movin’ in by late tonight, which reminds me that I should get to the bank today and pull out enough money to do my laundry next month.  I’ve never really enjoyed doing laundry since moving into town and leaving my clotheslines behind on the farm.  Ah, the wonderful smell of sun dried sheets!  I tried putting a clothesline out when I first moved to town  but since birds were drawn to that area so often it just wasn’t quite the same.  It also meant putting the clothes back in the washer rather than the sweet smell of sunshine that meant they were nice, clean and ready to put back on the bed.  Bird droppings on one item meant if I looked enough I would find them on the rest.  Even bigger sigh!

Hey, it just occurred to me that I got my mind off the quarantine for a few minutes!  There really is light at the end of that tunnel if you get your mind on other things.  I’m not sure you would want to want your mind to take trips where mine goes most days, but it always comes back at dinnertime!

I’m gonna do something I seldom do,  and challenge each of you to post a photo of yourself in your quarantine clothes!  Mine ended up at the beginning mainly because I’ve forget if I remember how to do this lately.