Monday, April 21, 2008

Trying to Reclaim Some Time...




Somehow I managed to get a block pieced for TIF .... I found a place to use a piece of some of the lovely things Paula sent me. Its the black piece in the upper right. It'll be a great seam to work on. It was a larger block, but due to some funky fabric I used in one of the corners, I had to cut it down in order to square it up. It's roughly 9" now....



but sadly it sits in this basket along with it's threads gathering dust like everything else. (apologies for the poor photo quality here)






The same day I pieced it, I made up some postcards and I'm at least working on one of these for Judy. (a fellow Michigander) She'll have to wait to see which one I'm doing for her.


The other night I did get online for a shopping therapy/fix. I bought a couple things from one of my favorite Ebay sellers kuteasabutton and then at Amazon I ordered the Bead Embroidery book and another I've been wanting for ages, Annemeike Mein Wildlife Artist in Textiles. For good measure, I ordered a music CD, Norah Jones Come Away With Me. I'm looking forward to a peaceful afternoon when it all gets here.



On the other front, my mom and dad are now residing in the same room at a skilled nursing home downstate. My parents have been married for 61 years so it's only right that they're together now. Dad needs the 24 hour care and mom can't live by herself with her own health issues. Assisted living wasn't an option because of Dad. Mom wheels him all over and they're enjoying talking with the other folks there. We do good at burning up the phone lines though and I can expect the daily call from them at 4:45, just like clock work. They're adjusting and I know we all feel better to know that there is someone there at all times.I had to emtionally adjust myself that I'll never be able to go home again and it's taken a sense of security away from me that I've always been able to carry with me and count on. That might sound stupid as I'm going on 50, but it's a Boomer adjustment none the less! Alot of the happenings lately have been hard for me to get my head around.


Speaking of married years, this Sunday is our 14th anniversary. We'd both been married before so the wedding was strictly for us. We had a nice ceremony at Las Vegas' Silver Bell Wedding Chapel on the strip, lots of photos and music we picked for eachother. I'm hoping that we can go and have dinner someplace this weekend, nothing big, just out. I definately won't be wearing my big hair nor will Dan be wearing his dark mustache.



I picked a bunch of Pussy Willows from the ditch last night. A definite sign of spring. The snow is almost gone and the frogs across the road are faintly warming up for their song. It's been a good day and things are beginning to quiet down again. I'll be in the groove again soon as I do miss all my blogging buddies!

Till the next time, Jane

5 comments:

Allison Ann Aller said...

Well, I like the big hair and the dark mustache. Are you sure you don't want to recreate those? ;-)

You are so lucky you've had your parents for so long....my dad was gone by the time I was 5, and I lost my mom 32 years ago...so I wish I had the cares and concerns of helping elderly parents!

paulahewitt said...

Congrats on 14 years. I like the CQ block (esp. that lovely black fabric. grin) and the postcards. Its good your parents are back togther - it would be hard to be parted after so long.

sparkle jars said...

I'm so glad your parents are together. Happy Fourteen Years! I enjoy your posts.

Judy S. said...

Have a wonderful anniversary celebration! Enjoy every minute of your time together as time goes way too fast.

Happy Stitching and thanks for the emails. I think you might enjoy the photos I just posted of what I think might be just "your kind of place" out here on the West Coast.

Life Scraps and Patches said...

Happy Anniversary, Jane. Las Vegas - wow. I've heard that the ultimate irony is when you worry about your parents like they once worried about you. It's tough stuff. Love the pictures of the pussy willows and the basket. Connie