I am not exactly sure how the conversation started but I was complaining how complex and convoluted my new knots quilt is. It's very dense and tense and dark. Someone said, "I can't wait  until you just have one piece of fabric, then you will be better." And I said, "No. That's when you know I am really in bad shape. That's when I can't sew. I am too paralysed to sew."

It was that kind of week. Too many things happening. Too much overload. Too much drama. For instance. One of my partner's father died this week. Then my cousin's mother died. Then my uncle died. All on the same day. Too much.

And I wrote 2 condolence cards and 2 obituaries and paid a shiva call. And I cried writing the condolence cards, and cried at the shiva call and strangely felt very little emotion writing the obituaries.

And I had good things happen, too. A wonderful shower for Jess and Robin that was pulled off almost perfectly. Except that 1/2 hour before everyone was to arrive, I discovered that Barley had eaten an entire large container of trail mix I had put out- filled with raisins and chocolate- which is poison for dogs. And I had no car, and no way to reach Dave, and no hydrogen peroxide to make him vomit. But he did vomit- as all the ladies were arriving for the shower. Too much drama.

And there was too much coughing, and hacking, and xrays to find out why, and silent reflux, and elderberry syrup, and saline nose drops, and more tea than a person can drink, and inhalers, and antibiotics. Too much medicine and not enough results. So I will go back to the doctor again. And again.

And waaay too much dialogue. With former nieces, and a bitchy Florida hag, and recalcitrent lawyers, and settlement attorneys, and insurance agents, and mortgage brokers, and real estate agents, and septic tank inspectors, and ice maker repairmen, and obituary editors, and parents, and sisters, and sons, and just everyone. I thought if I had to pick up the phone one more time I would lose it. And I did. On Sunday. Big time.

This was a "one piece of cloth" week. I did not get into my sewing room until today. Each day I was just too beat, too busy, too tired, too sick.  One piece of cloth ready to be cut up.

POSTED BY JUDY AT 10:29 PM  |   1 COMMENTS

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