I’m supposed to be doing daily exercises for physical therapy but just haven’t been able to focus. As in: haven’t done them even one time in a week. I’ve cancelled 3 appointments. It’s hard to concentrate right now and I think partly due to grief over Bandit. We still cry almost daily. But life has to go on, doesn’t it? And I find myself about to resume a former chapter in my life. Now that we’re moved and the majority of the organizing (for me, anyway) has been done, it’s time for me to sew for the first time in my new sewing room in the new house. Not that I have a lot of sewing planned, just a few blankets to hem and a damaged quilt to repair. But it’s the first time I’ve sewn anything at all since December 2018 after my mother died. Life got too busy to do anything as relaxing or soothing as sewing.
The dogs seem to be adjusting to life without a big brother. They’re noisier during the day but more settled when we’re all together in the evening. They have begun to pitch a fit when they hear noises or someone around their house. I thought for a while we’d lost our alarm system completely when we lost Bandit. There’s a big hole in our life now that Bandit filled for so long. When we count dogs, there’s not many left. Life is simpler, I think, but I’m still somewhat lost.
DH is out for the afternoon working on the old house so we can get it on the market. I like having alone time; always have. It’s peaceful and quiet, but hard to get motivated today.
Dusty and Zoe, sewing helpers
Where I sew now; today’s projects
I also have blankets in the washer and dryer to finish and have almost finished my coffee. Guess it’s time to get a move on.
Texas Lady 