I also got that KitchenAid mixer apart and got all the old grease out of it. As expected, it had started to separate into an oil and a sludge. I don't know if that was the only thing making that awful noise, but I'm pretty sure it was part of it. The grease that was left was mostly packed into a corner of the head and wasn't greasing the gears. But, there was still plenty of grease on the gears, believe me. That was a nasty project. But, the smell of it reminded me of working on cars with my Dad when I was young.
A couple weeks ago, I made a cover for my serger. It's a very fun cover and I am very happy with the fabric I chose. I needed a cover because of my cat. I have a cat that loves the sensation of things in her mouth. She would walk by the serger, grab the outer thread and walk around with it in her mouth, chewing on it and dragging and playing with it. One day, I came home from work and picked up what I thought was a snip of thread in the dining room. It tracked all the way back to the serger in the studio, all the way across the house. And, while that was the worst time, it wasn't the only time. I needed a cover that she couldn't get under.
I love marbles. I bought this marble fabric years ago and never did anything with it because it is so colorful. This was the perfect project. It has 45* mitered corners like a shopping bag without handles and it's the perfect width. It slides on and off with ease, which is important because when I make things like this, they usually come out a little bit too tight. And, it's snug enough that the can't couldn't get to the thread, even if she could remember it's there.
I wanted to share this, too. This is a little wicker sewing basket I got from Linda.
Look at these thimbles.
Guess which one is mine and which one came in that cute little sewing box.
We are nearing the end with Linda. The dead are visiting. Yesterday, she tried to introduce me to her Grandmother that she had told me so much about. And, when I cried, she seemed so confused that I should be upset to meet a person that is so important to her. So, I won't be doing that again. I can buck up.
We left Sydney to visit while we picked up a few things her son had found and wanted us to have at the apartment. We haven't shielded Sydney from what is happening and we've let her have her cries and let her deal with it in her own way. There's a line in the movie, I Remember Mama where they are going to an Uncle's bedside and the mother says something like "I want that you should see death so that when it is your time, you will not be afraid of it." And, I can't think of a better person for her to learn about death from. Linda is happy and laughing and high as a kite and feeling no pain and getting to visit with her favorite people, past and present. All at the same time.
And, I am preparing to say goodbye, any day.
And, staying busy while I wait.
Yesterday, she told us an orange cat had been in the room. It's actually possible. The hospital she's in does pet visitations. We didn't ask the nurse. Let's let that one be a mystery.
Everybody have a great week. Keep us in your thoughts. Hug somebody. Smile at everybody.