Time Marches On

A song from "back in the day"  Time Marches On by Tracy Lawrence

While it still feels like Groundhog Day (the same day-after-day-after-day-after-day)
in reality, time is marching on.





When all this "shelter-at-home" started I thought "I can do this! Think of of that UFO list and that long list of to do's and cleaning projects!"  But, I'll admit, it is wearing thin.  All I really want to do is sit around in my jammies and eat Oreos.

And, I'm one of the lucky ones!  I have a job that keeps the day interesting...mostly ... albeit I do work from home.  And, if I really need to, I can go out and take a walk or go to the grocery store.
Not everyone is as fortunate.







Had a nice telephone chat with one of the Needlers yesterday, Miss Wanda. You'll remember, we Needlers went to have dinner with her back in February (?) early March (?) ... was that THIS year ? .... can't remember exactly... 

Her son took her to her doctor appointment yesterday.... now the assisted care facility where she lives says she must be in isolation for a week in her little apartment.  Granted they were pretty much isolated already, but she feels even more isolated now.

So I have decided she needs a Care Package.  I won't be able to actually see her, but I can leave her this gift.


I put out a call to the other Needlers.  Let's put our heads together and see what we can come up with.

Here is a pattern we decided to include.
Something to give her a chuckle and keep her hands busy,
her mind occupied and memorialize the year, the year of the T.P.
















Miss Nancy and Miss Kate in the studio ... obeying the rules ...
Picking, pressing, cutting and labeling all the fabric pieces to include,
A Kit.




















 Inside the box:  Something to read, some things to eat, hard-to-find paper goods
(nothing says "love" like a roll of T.P) and some notes.

And the box is packed and ready to be delivered.














Some of us may not be able to do much in these strange times,
but we do what we can.

We Love You, Miss Wanda.

I've Lost Count

Where am I?  How many days has it been?  Seems like forever....

... we are only half way through April but the month already seems L O N G E R than March!

I thought I was pretty much finished with masks ... unless someone asked ... 

a few someones did ... people from my Bible Study group ... so the mission continues.

My baby sister taking pop for his doctor visit.

Great nephew sporting the new look.

But, I do have my little mask-making helpers...

8-Year-old g-son

13-Year-Old on the Featherweight

 

Keeping the family safe ... one mask at a time.

Same 'ol .... Same 'ol

The days are ticking past and every day is pretty much the same as day before.

Some days I wonder if I'm in a dream.... is there really a virus that has brought the world to a screeching halt, or am I in a bad dream .... remember the movie Groundhog Day?





















I actually am being somewhat  productive... just no quilting right this moment.

Started cleaning cupboards... slowly moving from one end of the apartment to the other ...  V E R Y slowly.

Isn't the pantry a thing of beauty?

Just moving my sticky note to the next cupboard as I finish one. 
I'm now in the kitchen.  You know what that means..... the oven! 
I promised myself I would not skip the unpleasant chores.



While I am not quilting just now, I am in the studio most every evening ... making masks ... still.
I've been making masks for friends and family.  I have 9 siblings and I'm a baby boomer so all my siblings have children,
who now have children, and even some of them have children.  A LOT of family.
So far I've made and mailed about 80 masks.  With the start of every batch I say...."this is my last batch." 
Then I hear from another nephew or niece ... I can't say "no."

Last Friday's batch to the post office.

Current batch.

One of my brother's and his bride.

 The G-sons actually made their own.
They were quite proud of themselves.

(Though technically I think it is breaking the isolation rules, I do see them about once every two weeks or so.  We all need it to stay sane.)

Do what you need to do to stay sane as we all stay in our places with sun-shiny faces.