- You are kidding
- August 1st?
- After a year of everything going too slow
- This came on too fast
- However in two weeks I will be seeing my kids in the US
- About time, about time
- We all need more hellos and fewer goodbyes
- I have spent the last month
- Sewing for everyone
- Treading water at the bottom of water slides
- Saying you can do it you can do it
- Having dinners with the table full after a long, long pause
- Remembering my recipes for crowds
- Hearing about heat waves everywhere else
- While I think I feel fall in the air here
- And writing
- Few projects there
- This year has taught more than all the meditation apps
- In the world could
- About the present moment
- And it's gifts being all you've got
- The rest is not in our hands
- Which is a good thing
- Our hands are busy enough
- I am a meditation drop out
- Tried and tried but failed
- And it's supposed to be the answer to everything
- Let those thoughts float by like clouds
- And let them go
- But what if those thoughts are these
- When did I last take the dog out to pee
- What if I dried those herbs in the Intsapot
- When was the last time I watered the herbs
- How many buttons do I need for that shirt
- Seven or eight
- I wish I was in NYC
- I get the best buttons there
- I need some shell buttons
- The ones that look plain on the front but like pearly shells
- On the side you can't see
- That's quality
- How many buttons would I have to buy
- To justify a trip to NYC
- What am I saying
- Who needs to justify button buying
- However at the moment it is just one shirt
- My neighbour's son has been transferred to Moscow
- She thought he was coming home
- When my boys where little
- Her husband cut off the pickets to the fence
- That separate our yards
- He was worried either his boys or mine
- Would impale themselves
- When they went over that fence
- As they did 8,000 times a day
- Playing games
- That involved the older boys inventing
- Elaborate challenges for the younger ones
- For admission into some club
- Where only older boys got to do the fun stuff
- But the younger guys never figured out
- Since they were too busy running around the block five times
- As instructed
- Well now they are in Calgary, Edmonton, Berkeley, Austin and Moscow
- And we have a different fence
- The grapes are out in the vine around my window
- I can hear the raccoons running across the roof at night
- Not light on their feet
- My neighbour across the street told me that he saw 4-5 of them up there one night
- My big laugh of the week
- Was some poor soul trying to sell door-to-door security systems
- Ha I already have one
- She's called Mrs. Smith
- Also across the street
- One foot in the front door and the phone rings
- You left the trunk open on the car
- You dropped a mitt on the driveway
- She does the day shift
- Barry does the night shift
- That's why he's on top of the raccoon situation
- No I don't need an app for that
- Not sure I need an app for much
- Sorry about that
- Sewing is my meditation
- And after I sew sometimes I am rewarded with a look like this
- On a face like this
- Beats clouds
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Sunday, August 1, 2021
Flypaper thoughts first of August version
Thursday, May 27, 2021
Flypaper thoughts: unusual times edition
- I think we can establish that things have been weird these days
- Like the moon is stuck in some weird phase
- You know the kind that makes the inmates jumpy
- In a full moon
- But stuck there
- How about you?
- This last few months
- My youngest son moved back here after years away
- And the day after he was finished quarantine
- He got an excellent job offer back in Texas
- So off he goes again
- Probably for the long term
- The switch that was on, has been switched back
- So I have a question
- Where is the closest good fabric store for a person in Austin Texas?
- Last few times I was there I could only find Joanns
- Although Hill County Weavers is excellent for knitting
- I need to develop more contacts there
- Daisy also developed some worrying red rashes on her belly
- Near where her cancer was removed earlier this year
- Well false alarm
- Seems the cat, who adores her
- Has been trying to nurse
- The vet thought this was very funny
- Knowing about the stuck moon I was not surprised
- Since it appears all bets are off these days
- Speaking of which
- I decided to apply to university
- To do another undergrad
- Seems students over 65 don't pay tuition
- When I heard that I was off
- So many interests I didn't pursue
- First time out
- Getting my transcripts forwarded was hilarious
- "Can you give me the post code of your address when you lived here?"
- Canada didn't yet use postcodes when I was that age
- "OK then what was your student email address?"
- Listen kiddo I graduated before they invented the internet
- Big pause
- I am thinking
- Spanish, because of being really positive about that Texas thing
- Animal behaviour
- Clearly there is a lot to learn about there
- Creative writing
- Well there is this blog
- Comparative religions
- Substantial knowledge gaps there
- Women and Aging
- Surely I have the pre-reqs for that?
- And I am sewing and sewing
- With family all over the place now
- I am setting up Pinterest boards
- They post ideas and I post fabrics
- When you have taste like mine
- It makes more sense to sew by demand
- Than by surprise
- I have seen a few surprised looks in my time
- My niece nailed it
- "Just make it in a colour you would never wear"
- Good taste is not always CHEERFUL
- Hence the Pinterest boards
- Currently working on mother and daughter outfits for my DIL and granddaughter in California
- That was by request
- If the vaccination schedule goes as planned
- I will be free to go to Berkeley to see those guys
- For three weeks
- Mid August to early September
- So so excited about that
- Revising my wardrobe to be more packable
- We are also planning a month in Florida in November
- And Texas state parks in February
- I need to link up with sewing people
- One of my decisions in the year and a half I have spent
- In the striped chair, the comfortable one, with Daisy
- Is to be as social as I can
- Got to appreciate your people
- My neighbourhood has kept me going
- Everyone is doing the same thing
- Out in the yards
- Or walking the dogs
- Talking and talking
- I had no idea so many interesting
- Good hearted people
- Lived five blocks from me
- Confucius was right
- In the midst of every crisis
- There is an opportunity
- Making sure I don't miss it
Monday, February 22, 2021
Flypaper thoughts Mars edition
- First
- An apology to all those astronauts who read this blog
- But those who know me well
- Know that the one thing I have little time for is outer space
- First
- I hate heights
- Second
- And confined spaces
- So the thought of being that many thousands and thousands of miles out there in the dark
- In something without windows...
- And besides the concept of fresh air is irrelevant
- Is past my own personal edges of where common sense is effective
- Also
- Who in their right mind
- Thinks that the world we are to take care of
- Is in such a state that
- Anyone can say
- Done! Now let's go find somewhere else to fix up
- Maybe the search for intelligent life would be worthwhile
- Here
- On top of outerspace
- I have run out of the good interfacing
- Which is serious enough to have set me off about Mars
- I am sure you are with me on this
- Remember when fusible interfacing looked like a picnic table tablecloth?
- That some one had dotted with Lepages white glue
- And once fused these glue dots seeped through to make dark spots in the fabric
- Which now also had the malleability of the paper plates you set out on that picnic table cloth?
- Fortunately those days are gone, in most cases
- But fusible interfacing survivors can still be found
- Wandering around Joanns, Fabricville, and Spotlight
- Numb with the PTSD of it all
- However a good woven fusible
- And a good knit fusible (let's hear it for Sewer's Dream if you can order it)
- Are a different story altogether
- And something you miss enough to get mad at the solar system
- When you thought you had tons and you don't
- I'm thinking these days
- It's time to actively seek out the bright spots
- Closer to home
- For me it was the decision to make sure as many as I can
- Get a chance to find out sewing is fun
- So I had the kids and some friends over to sew yesterday
- Lower the presser foot
- Lower the presser foot they said to each other
- I now no longer need to wonder where I am going to store that big bag of stuffing in my new sewing room
- Everyone made pillows
- Multiple pillows
- Go forward and go backward at the beginning and end of the sewing part
- Don't worry, said the 11 year-old
- It gets easier with experience
- Yes it does
- Yes it does
- And so grounding
Saturday, January 30, 2021
Flypaper thoughts: real commitment edition
- My current working theory
- Is that universe has used this pandemic
- To send those of us lucky enough to be healthy
- A giant time out
- As in
- Maybe you need to go home and think about things
- How else can we explain NYC and London streets deserted?
- Doing my part
- I have more or less retired
- Only remaining paying gig is radio work talking politics
- During which I only express the conversations
- On my street
- Lot of common sense on my street
- Back to thinking
- Since being more or less retired I have been trying to decide what to do next
- I have a begun manuscript called "How to be an older woman"
- Based on thoughts I have walking the dogs
- Also a cozy mystery based on people I have actually known while I sewed
- And things that I know actually happened
- With the only real fiction addition
- A real someone who was particularly amoral
- Who I have finally found a safe way to murder
- Overdue that one
- But really this is fooling around
- When considering more serious and worthy options for my time
- I decided that apart from my family
- And my animals
- The only thing I really, really care about
- Is sewing
- More or less since I was eight-years-old
- So as a person qualified to write about how to be an older woman
- I am just going to lean into that fact for the duration
- With everything I've got
- Why not?
- I am now keeping track of my steps
- According to the NY Times this is important
- So now I am watching my steps
- To make sure I don't go over the limit
- And walk so much I am cutting into my sewing time
- Got to be careful
- One of the things about being an older woman
- Is that no one really is all that concerned about what you are doing
- So you have a lot of room to move, self-indulgence wise
- Which is one thing we have in common with the other end of life
- When lying on the grass looking for shapes in the clouds
- And laughing with your best, best friend until you almost pee your pants
- Is a good and useful way to have spent a day
- Since I made this decision
- I have ordered a bunch of online fabric while in the bath
- And started to organize my sewing room like it is mission control
- And not just a sideline
- Or a hobby
- I am outfitting the bedroom that is most sunny
- And looks out on my street
- I don't want to miss anything
- Even though the street is already heavily supervised
- Drop your keys on the driveway and the phone rings as soon as you get in the house
- Mrs. Smith
- "I think you might have dropped something when you got out of the car"
- Who needs a security system?
- My personal favourite
- "Do you know your husband is on the roof again?"
- "At his age"
- No did not know
- And I am not surprised
- I can sew and see the boy two doors down
- Hoping to get into medical school
- Walking the dog for my 89 year-old-neighbour
- Who her husband bought for a surprise
- A golden retriever puppy
- Yes she was surprised
- Or the rounds of neighbours who take poor old blind and deaf Garth out to pee
- So his mom who is working from home
- At some kind of high level law enforcement
- Can concentrate on her work
- No real idea what she does but a lot of shredding in the the recycling
- She's also a good Italian baker
- You want an invite to her lawn chair in the summer
- Presently three rounds of women actually have a schedule to keep Garth going
- I sit and sew
- And watch the daughter of a girl who grew up on the street off to visit Yia-yia
- Yesterday I used to watch her mother walk to the bus to school
- In the opposite direction
- To outfit this sewing room
- My husband come down from on the roof
- And I had to move everything into other bedrooms so he could install new shelves and tables
- Can you explain to me why it takes two other rooms and a hall
- To hold what I had in one room
- It's like sewing is an add water situation
- Watch it and it expands
- Listen I have a question
- Part of lining up the life compass on sewing
- I have come to terms with the things I don't much want to spend time a lot of time on
- I have faced that fact that in the kitchen
- I only really really enjoy canning and pickling
- And some baking
- The day-to-day stuff I leave to my husband
- That man
- He is so precise
- He actually weighs everything
- Quarter pound hamburgers
- You guessed it
- Every single one
- That's why he likes to supervise the roof
- Me I eyeball seam allowances
- Where we converge is in the eating
- I love to eat what he cooks
- But sometimes
- OK this is my question
- What are your go tos?
- I am thinking of what does a person who would rather be sewing like to cook
- Minimum time
- Maximum taste
- This is not too much to ask
- So I am asking you
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Flypaper thoughts from the animal house
- My life is currently exactly as illustrated
- You don't even want to see the Christmas knitting
- I am now sewing on the dining room table
- Because the two dogs and cat need to all see where I am
- Who am I to confuse them
- The cat has taken a shine to Daisy
- Stays about three inches from her and sleeps on the dog bed circled up
- Cats sleep about half the day
- This is fine with the dogs
- Because the rest of the time is spent doing horizontal and vertical circuits around the house
- Broken up by mid air zoom by leaps over Daisy's back
- Never a dull moment
- Which reminds me
- I was just diagnosed as celiac
- Anyone have recipes for gluten free anything hit me up
- Looking for, among other things
- Bread that doesn't resemble a white envelope
- Is about that tasty
- And costs $3 a slice
- Which is more than an envelope actually
- Including postage
- I am treating myself
- Signed up for a surprise box of subscription fabric
- From Watertower Textiles
- They have great quality
- And these days it's nice to have a good surprise every month
- You need to book it
- I will show you what I've been sent
- Maybe tomorrow
- How sneaky are cats
- Very it turns out
- Daisy likes to sit on the mat while I have my nightly bath
- And order online fabric
- She chased the cat out from our private time
- Now when she hears the bath water run
- Pepper glides in to hide behind the toilet
- And then slinks under the vanity
- So she is in position to stand up under the shower curtain and watch me
- Daisy doesn't even know she is there
- Lots of stories like that
- Maybe I should make a Christmas dress
- Even though this will be a bubble only year
- When we were little my grandmother used to give my next closest sister and I
- Matching velvet dresses
- Being Christmas they were always red
- So in every Christmas picture my sister had her mad face on
- She had red hair and hated clashing
- Speaking of which
- I have seared in my memory
- A craft project in grade two
- We were cutting out flowers from fabric and pasting them on Mother's day cards
- "Barbara" the teacher scolded me
- "You have put red and orange together. You can't do that.
- They clash."
- Boy aren't you glad they don't make teachers like that anymore
- Wonder what she would have done with an eight-year-old Kaffe Fassett
- Or any body else who was interesting or turned out interesting
- Don't you wish you could tell your younger self
- Or other younger selves right now
- Best not to bloom too early
- A full bloom takes some time to get ready
- What a terrible thing it would be to have the prime of your life
- Be a time no one but you remembered
- Like say grade six
- Better to save it for when it can do someone else some good
- Better to wait until the time that some other girl can say
- If she can do it I can too
- Better to wait until an age when you have done so much
- That the small things are given credit for the big things they really are
- Like sitting with a cocoa
- And a small rescue dog snoozing glued to your hip
- And a small rescue cat draped around your neck
- Out of dog sight
- Like some elderly woman's mink collar
- Purring because we are all together
- And together is good as it ever gets
Thursday, June 11, 2020
Flypaper thoughts: June in Nova Scotia edition
- Of the things I am grateful most for this pandemic season
- At the top of the list has to be the neighbourhood animals
- The two orange cats who run our street
- I think they have a schedule
- They take turns circling the houses
- Coming to the back doors and staring into the kitchen
- Confusing Daisy
- The white cat with three legs who doesn't move aside for anyone
- And Bailey
- The young Golden
- My dippy 89 year old neighbour bought for his wife after her twin spaniels died
- Nice thought but not if you need a walker
- So the neighbourhood is bring Bailey up
- A most walked dog anyway
- And the new puppy next door
- The cheerful conventions being held on that lawn
- Social distanced appreciation of that much joy
- Six people cheering when he pees outside
- Such a good boy
- I am also doing a lot of Greek cooking
- A lot
- Have planted the backyard with more herbs
- Going through a lot of mint, oregano, and dill
- I think plants like people move towards the light
- Need this kind of time to appreciate that
- Also appreciate my neighbour behind me
- She runs and she gardens
- All day she gardens
- After she runs
- She raised three successful boys
- While her husband worked 30 years of double shifts
- She didn't garden, or run, until that job was done
- I look out my kitchen window and enjoy the view
- And her enjoyment
- All her hard work gives me flowers to share
- I have to get silver polish
- I am letting the kids have tea out of my grandmother's teapot and in her teacups
- This must be what she was saving them for in her china cabinet
- Dusted and behind glass
- Now on my back deck
- I am assuming they still carry silver polish at the grocery store
- Haven't checked that since 1972
- My mother was big on polishing the silver
- When company was coming you had to either do that or clean the bathrooms
- I am old enough now to have had a father who used to say he didn't need a dishwasher because he had five
- Four daughters and a wife
- So happy to know that my kids would never believe he said things like that
- Don't remember him doing the silver either
- These weeks it seems to me to be a time that we clean out our cultural attics
- Just because you don't use something now doesn't mean it isn't being stored
- There should be a curbside pickup day for wrong assumptions
- And old crap you used to hear
- Yesterday the car stopped at the drugstore and I went in and took a box of semipermanent off the shelf
- The kids thought it was a great idea
- And after I was redder the oldest cut my hair on the deck
- She's 10 and knows what she is doing
- I was interested to hear all her opinions and views on hair cutting
- You learn a lot on the head of an American girl doll
- If you have been stressing about what to put on my eventual tombstone
- Can I suggest
- Anything for a laugh?
- I should add
- That the same father typed out my honours thesis on a tiny Royal typewriter
- With a return and ribbon
- Down in the basement late at night after work
- Undoubtedly there was no curbside pickup in his day
- Times were changing
- Even then
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Flypaper thoughts another homebody edition
- My middle son texted me and noted that this has been a great time for people to rediscover hobbies
- It is actually a time that has reminded me that my whole life is already about hobbies
- What is fading for me was whatever I ever did that was not a hobby
- You could say that we have gone pretty seamlessly into stay at home mode
- I have learned a few things
- And have wondered a few things while I have been homebound
- I have been making stock
- So much easier than figuring out grocery delivery
- Actual saved vegetable peel stock like they say you should
- Never was desperate enough to do it before
- You know it's pretty good
- Discovered my husband is quite the sewist
- He personally made over 100 masks
- I have been stalking Ravelry looking for patterns
- Just in case I am issued another lifetime or two
- To do all that knitting
- Learned to knit with my left hand to be faster
- Since I am not sure about that second lifetime issue
- Really is faster
- Tell me
- Why do all crochet patterns call for synthetic yarn?
- Yarns no knitter would use
- Same patterns would be so much nicer in natural fiber yarn
- I have been sewing from my shelves
- Of course
- When I was away my niece's boyfriend who is also my son-in-law's nephew
- Moved my sewing room to a different level of the house
- On the request of my husband who wants to renovate the basement
- They figured this out via text when I wasn't pay attention
- Note to self
- Have you ever had your entire sewing room, fabric, and supplies
- Reorganized by an electrician?
- He put things in logical l order
- Colour coded my threads
- Neatly folded all my fabric by type
- Really disorienting
- Going to take time to get things back to where they should be
- I had everything organized by emotion
- Things like mending
- Out of sight of course
- The projects I would like make next in the middle of the current project
- To maximize my distraction
- Glamorous projects in full view in case I start to be a glamorous person
- Stuff stuffed in drawers when I am on a roll
- Too inspired for neatness
- Vintage patterns bought because I once sewed the originals 30 years ago
- I had things organized by hope
- Does this make sense to you?
- I have many things that I will never use
- But I am soothed by the illusion I might
- Like that metal EAZI welt pocket gadget
- Been meaning to try that out since I was sewing vintage
- When it was current style
- I have gone out and looked at the buds in the branches
- And appreciated the swagger of the neighbourhood cats
- And pleased dogs wondering why they are getting extra walks these days
- I am finding things in my own house and my own self
- I didn't know I had
- Or had forgotten
- But remembered who I am and where I come from
Saturday, April 18, 2020
Flypaper thoughts: still homebody edition
- Life is where we left it
- Still physical distancing
- So against the grain for a Canadian personality
- Folks cross the street to avoid being too close
- I am so sorry we say
- Don't want to be rude
- I am sorry they reply
- We are sorry enough for the whole world
- Just in case
- Daisy is on the mend
- Two more weeks in her upgraded cage rest to a blocked off living room
- She is OK if she can see me
- Can you cover me?
- I ask my husband
- Just a minute to go get something
- I'll be quick
- I notice that people are getting a bit touchy
- We are all like Daisy not so good when our people aren't around
- Little things not big things
- I watch my husband sew the masks
- And I want to tell him
- Clip your threads, clip your threads
- Almost nothing upsets me as much as people who don't clip the threads
- I once taught a woman who sewed jackets for her children who were all in the navy
- She never cut one thread
- In fact her garments were coated with random loose threads
- They can but those off themselves she said
- I used to have visions of sailors on the decks in the North Atlantic
- Trying not to fall overboard while they trimmed threads from the ends of seams with nail scissors
- My husband wants to know what kind of person
- Puts a pellet of soap in the dishwasher without taking the plastic wrap off it
- And then wondering why the dishes aren't clean
- I know exactly what kind of person
- Someone who cuts her threads
- I miss the kids the most
- I am craving little people
- The littlest one in California Facetimes
- Dog she says and I show her the dog
- The other guys a few streets away call me on the phone
- They call to talk to me in funny voices
- To ask me to bring over my board games and leave them at the end of the driveway
- They know I have board games from when we play them here
- They know I don't play cards
- I am terrible at cards
- Just an interruption in the conversation
- What kind of grandmother can't remember how to do
- Go fish they want to know
- This kind of grandmother I say
- The one who lets you each bake something different in the kitchen at the same time
- And cleans up
- Maybe I should use this time to learn a card game
- That would really surprise them
- How's your hair?
- I cut mine and with my sister's encouragement by text
- Am trying the Curly Girl method
- This involves using lots of conditioner and brushing your hair with your fingers
- Why are you wearing one of my T shirts on your head
- My husband wants to know
- I am doing the Curly Girl method I tell him
- Absolutely nothing surprises him
- Maybe I should consider that fact
- Not sure my technique is down though
- I look in the mirror and remember something my dad used to say
- Hair looks like a cat sucked it
- Maybe it's the wrong kind of T shirt
- I am experimenting with low sugar baking
- Made a bunch of oatcakes they could use in the NHL
- An excellent Swedish apple pie with no crust
- A carrot cake that was mostly carrots
- The thing is we don't have much sugar
- Next thing will be war cake
- The one without sugar, butter, or eggs
- I am sure there is a diet that belongs to somewhere
- Vegan Keto?
- I am going to be sewing for the young women in my family
- I have a question for you
- How come when we had babies we went up a size
- Women used to say " well before I had kids..."
- When describing their figures
- It was assumed that your belly would settle in
- Like it was supposed to, like your own mom's did
- Why does your stomach feel like a pillow Babsie
- My grandson once asked
- Because I had babies I said
- My mom had babies he said
- She doesn't feel like that
- So why do young women give birth these days and end up by summer with a flat abdomen?
- What do they know that we didn't
- Do you think it is the oat hockey pucks?
- The pies and the cake on my counter?
- Should we be eating war cake?
- Life is full of so many mysteries
- And now I have time to solve them
Sunday, April 5, 2020
Flypaper thoughts: well we are still here version
- Needless to say we are all still homebound
- On some level I am enjoying it
- There is a relief in limits
- Got to remember that when this is done
- I am working with what I can find in the house
- Turns out I can find a lot
- Turns out good thing I never kondo-ed my life
- Clutter, particularly in my sewing room
- Is what you live off of in hibernation
- These notions, this fabric, these patterns
- Are to me what nuts are to a squirrel
- Something to live off of until spring
- We are making masks
- Like crazy people
- For the nursing homes, for the food bank, and even for some of my daughter's patients
- My husband has gone into full obsessive mode
- Developing systems and timing his unit production
- Sometimes that guy is my hero
- Food comes slowly by delivery
- We are cooking what we have on hand
- Simple
- I am noticing that all the selfie shots in social media
- Are now replaced by pictures of people doing things with their households
- More pictures of kids not being rushed around
- Board games
- Cards
- Baked bread
- The dog and the cat
- Notice how much people are not missing
- Not the stuff but the people
- I try to not think about that part
- I have one family in California on the other side of a border I can't cross
- I can't get closer that a few meters to my grandchildren just a few streets away
- I have another son who is thankfully in this country for once but I can't go visit
- Will he be gone when I can?
- These are little hardships
- My big lesson from these weeks is that I already have every thing I need
- And everyone
- How much of our baggage have we laid down during this?
- How much do we not really need?
- How much do we really not need?
- How clear it is what is precious
- Like the FaceTime chats with a one-year-old
- Like the fact of living with a hero
- Like the kindness of my neighbours
- Of women on bikes dropping elastic off at my door
- Or the sight of a neighbour who carries an ancient dog outside for the fresh air
- Wrapped in blankets and immobile in a cart
- But with his nose lifted to the smells of the breeze
- How beautiful is that?
Friday, March 27, 2020
Flypaper thoughts: still in quarantine edition
- Well we still have a pandemic don't we?
- I only hope it doesn't get too bad too fast
- There will be many stories out of this
- Hardships that are invisible
- I am thinking of my friend whose marvellous husband
- Just went into a memory care facility
- Because he has early onset
- Now she can't go and see him
- I wonder what he thinks
- My mom said to me
- We got through the war, we got through the flood (Winnipeg in the '50s)
- We can do this
- Of course we can
- My first father-in-law was in forced labour in Russia in the war
- He walked back to Hungary in the winter
- How did he do that?
- The secret he said
- Was that he made sure, even if it was with snow
- He washed every day
- Now that was a something
- We are at the end of week one of self-isolation
- Daisy has a ruptured disc in her neck
- So she is on bed rest for a month and a half at least
- She's in the dog stroller in the day and not liking it
- But that's the way it goes
- Ever tried to keep a dog from moving their neck?
- But we can do it
- Main crisis at the moment is the shortage of flour
- My husband is a stress baker
- And I am a stress eater
- A very successful marriage
- I made a decision to dress every day like I was still going to the office
- I sorted my enormous button collection on Tuesday wearing my pearls
- I knew I had them for some reason
- I had a female boss early on who told me
- If I was going to have a decent career I needed pearls
- Never wore them
- Thought I was too young
- Too matronly for me
- But turns out they are perfect quarantine wear
- So this is what I was saving them for
- Tomorrow I think I am going to put on stockings
- Covid-19 what do you think of that?
- You will be hearing from me again
Monday, March 23, 2020
Flypaper thoughts: quarantine version
- Home now after an odd trip home
- Double time
- In the house for two weeks now
- All good except Daisy
- She has a very bad foot/shoulder
- Trying to do telemedicine with the vet
- If all else fails will have to leave her in the yard
- And have someone take her in
- Strange times
- My DIL in Berkeley has a a cough
- They aren't tested but she's been told to behave as if she has the virus
- Two front line health care workers here
- And a son and his girlfriend now separated by a border
- Hard when they sail out of your own safe harbour
- Not entirely patient with those who are noncompliant
- We need to get this done
- However
- My neighbour left muffins at the end of the driveway
- My son put his hand to the front window
- My husband is cheerfully stress baking
- I discovered a pattern piece I lost
- I am getting that sock knitted
- I folded the laundry as soon as it came out of the dryer
- I am making sure I wear jewelry and my lipstick every day
- I am using up all those Christmas bath bombs
- And eating peppermint patties
- I had a group chat with four seven-year-olds
- I made a lesson plan for my virtual home schooling
- Bees, capitals of the provinces, and creative writing
- I am modifying my old 4th year writing syllabus
- Work with what you have
- I think later in the week we should do cover letters
- And how to address an envelope
- 6,8 and10, seems to me to be about time
- I have an idea for fractions with coloured water and measuring cups
- It occurred to me that I am living the life of a '50s housewife without a car in the Canadian winter
- Pretty close to being that person anyway
- Unpacking so I can get sewing
- Need to see those stitches form in a line
- Just want my dog to get better
- Happy with our leaders here
- That matters
- Someone smart I worked with said to me once
- Never stand too close to insanity
- It is contagious
- So true, so true
- I think I will sew small things tomorrow
- Important to sew in different proportions to events
- I am thinking of you
- One day this will be past
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