Hold Tight!!! It feels like this doesn't it. Hold tight to Sanity. Hold tight to Health. Hold tight to Family. Hold Tight to your Mask.
A brief detour here to find husband's slippers.-- Hold Tight to your Memory.
My eyes are sore- too many tears. Just reading the newspaper brings tears. I stopped watching the news. I check in once or twice a day to see the totals. But absentee ballots are time consuming. I watch the people unfold, flatten with downward palms of hands, then go to the next in the box. No machine could be as careful. Votes of those who voted early and mailed in their votes. They must be counted.
My fall back food right now- a perfectly grilled - grilled cheese sandwich. Tea with more sugar than usual. Only two pieces of dark chocolate covered caramel per day. I haven't started in on Pantry Soup as yet. But I can see it on the horizon. I made a Mug Cake in a coffee cup yesterday. It was okay. Needs tweaking.
Also, on my Horizon.....LESS. Less of everything. I have bags ready to take to Goodwill. I am counting the number of pairs of pants I have for Winter. Some needing hemming. Too many. I don't have enough years left to warrant this many pairs of corduroy pants. I don't need MORE but I do need to have LESS. On the phone with daughter- she offered me items she was seeing at Target- I said no to all of it.
I am reminded of my father's closets and basement after he died. Hundreds of glass jars. Dozens of pairs of Levis in the same size. Hundreds of packets of soup and noodles. All went to Goodwill.
Yesterday, in the Magic Attic, searching for wool yarn to mend the neckline of a Goodwill item for daughter.....looking around. Thinking- how can I leave all this for someone else to deal with. I am 74. I am my father's daughter and he made it to 86? So, I have twelve years left on the lower end. Finite. Do I need anything? No. I even have more bobbins for the machine than I will ever use up. And my very own stockpile of canning jars. Instead of Levis I have corduroy pants. Somewhere- where ever he is--my dad has a smile on his face. Chip off the old block. Some comfort in that.
Someone- someday will be over the Moon with giddy happiness finding all my fabric- most likely at Goodwill. I will ask daughter to drop off only a bit at a time. Give more quilters a chance at it. If people still sew??? They might not. Things might change quite a lot in years to come.
5 comments:
I would hem those pants for you.
My grand guy is of the opinion that grilled cheese sandwiches should be grilled with mayonnaise spread on the outside of the bread, not butter. Had it at a friend's house. Guess I'll need to try it just to see.
I know you would Connie but it's an easy sewing task. Once I get seated in the sewing machine chair!!!
They are all the same pant- just need to measure inseam and mark. I gave up adjusting the waist.
for change and fun, I put things between the slices of cheese. A couple doritos. bacon bits. sun dried tomatos...
my mom died 12 years ago ... followed by my dad 8 years ago ... my brother is still slogging through all the "stuff" they accumulated (although my sister-in-law reports my brother is not only reluctant to let anything go, he's also adding to the stash) ...
I had a time limit as my dad's house was in Ohio and I was living and working in Maine. So I had to get as much- OUT before leaving the house vacant until we could ready it to sell. So much went into the dumpster but more went to Goodwill and Salvation Army and most importantly to the Local Food Bank. They were very very happy for the pantry goods, rice, flour etc. and the many sets of measuring cups and silverware. Pots and pans, bowls etc. We forget that many are cooking in motel rooms with 2 to 4 children. The many packets of "soup noodles"- like 100? were snapped up with delight. Even JOY. And zip lock baggies- to measure out a few cups of flour, sugar, salt and rice or beans because storage in a motel room is not much- also so more than one or two families got some of each of those items. I sent over boxes of bags once I knew they needed them- boxes I purchased.
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