Daily Mending- January 19th

 Another cloth that did strange things in the bleach.  This brown gave me pink.  The blue is unpicked thread.  I don't know if I am "typical" of the hand sewers out there reading this- but I un-sew nearly everything- eventually.  The equivalent of erasing.

If I need a fabric that is already "in use" in some other cloth- I take the old one apart.  Even if it has been quilted as this brown had been- but not in such a way that I saw as "finished"..  Nothing is ever permanent.  With cloth.  And with paper there is always the eraser or the pen.

It seems like the Pandemic has erased me.  I don't feel particularly "here".  I know my neighbors are still alive- they have their recycling containers out this morning.  Mine, also.  My son sent a few texts yesterday.  His check in.  So I don't worry.  He just wants to eat a well prepared meal in a restaurant.  Such a small want but magnified by it's impossibility in California.  We discussed things he might eat. Oddly enough- we both are missing leafy greens.  So I made a second trip to grocery yesterday for a large fresh bundle of kale.  It's too cold for a big salad.  But a nice mess of cooked greens...okay.  They didn't have collards.

I got a big heavy bag of oranges.  Navels as I forgot that I liked Cara Cara.  But they are good.  The Daily Orange.   Green Food and Orange Food.  And Oatmeal.  

Husband is at the doctor for a lung check up and I am going to the library to pick up two books.  I returned five yesterday.  I made an appointment for an eye exam-- March 15th.

I don't know about all of you- but I am very very anxious about tomorrow.