Where did that week go?

 Last week passed so fast and oddly enough, I didn't take any pictures.  I usually do all my doctor appointments in October, or "Doctober" as I call it.  Last week, I had blood drawn, an optometrist appointment, my flu and covid shots, and took Bella to the vet.  It was a full week of doctor-ey things.  

Instead, I'll share this piece of needlepoint I did a few years ago that I moved over the weekend and never found a place for, so it's hanging from Linda's needlepoint stand in the middle of my yoga room.  There was a lot of stuff that got started this weekend and didn't get finished, so this sitting in the middle of a room doesn't feel that odd.

The night after I had my vaccs was rough.  Chills, aches, I was up every half hour to pee, but by 2:30 the worst had passed and I was starting to feel better.  It was worth it.  I was still tired Friday, but I found a low impact project and there weren't many disturbances, and by dinner I was feeling much better.  

I spent Saturday afternoon quilting the double wedding ring.  To get the puckers out of the back, I had to un-quilt a whole row of arcs.  I don't quite know how that much extra fabric built up as I moved the quilt from center outward...it was like I didn't stretch the backing tight enough when I was pin basting it.  I'll be more careful about the other three corners to try to prevent that.  Anyway, I got that out and put back in and made a lot of progress quilting around all the little squares of fabric.  

Rob has been cleaning out the garage.  He's been working on it a couple months and it's not what I would have called cleaning out the garage when I controlled that space, which was mostly re-stacking.  He has transformed it.  He acquired a lot of free heavy duty shelving and he's gone through boxes and we've been to Goodwill to drop off a couple of times.  I think he's gotten rid of a lot of scrap lumber and broken tools.  I went out there one morning and asked if we'd been robbed.  And, I guess the garage has been "Rob-bed".  Now, we're moving into my space.  He brought home a couple sets of wire shelving and this weekend and  I cleaned out my part of the space.  Cleaned out is a misnomer.  I hardly threw anything away...well, there were the 6 skillets Sydney took home with her, skillets I'd been holding onto, but didn't need, especially after our switch from teflon to ceramic.  What I really needed to do was get rid of a bunch of crap and I didn't.  Yet.

Syd came to have dinner with us on Saturday.  After dinner, we brought her to the house so she could spend a little time with Bella.  We explained how Bella's health was changing and that we were counting good and bad days now so we'd know when the balance changed.  But, Bella had a good day on Saturday and a great day on Sunday that included a short walk, playing with Dottie, eating all her food...this is how we score days.  How many good things happened that day.  And, how quickly did she settle before bed.  I believe that's a sign of the dementia.  When we go to bed, she insists on sleeping in the living room and realizes she's all alone, nearly blind, deaf, and she cries.  I've learned that all I have to do is let her know I'm still there and she settles down and goes to sleep and I can go on to bed.

She and Dottie were being so bad at the vet's office on Friday, so instead of sitting in the waiting room and wishing I could smack them, I took them outside and we walked on the sidewalk in front of the building, back and forth until they were ready for her.  Bella goes in monthly for an injection that helps her hips so the appointments only take a couple minutes, but she was so freaked out sitting in the waiting room waiting to be tortured (because you know that's what all dogs believe is going to happen) and when we got outside, she thought we were on a walk and she calmed down and I think it probably helped the appointment go better.  

Today's laugh.  We did a drop off at Goodwill on Saturday and I should have bought this puzzle.  But, I was practical and thought 'when will I ever sit still long enough to put together a 1000 piece puzzle?'  And, I'm not sure that's the point.  

I read this last week and wanted to share it.  It was written about Mike Johnson, speaker of the house of representatives of the US.  But, it applies to my birth family as well.  Very much.  

"It never ceases to amaze me how conservative christians love to hate, and love to use the word hate as if their christianity allows them to be hateful.  Speak about hate, then condemn hate, then use the word hate to spread hate, and then speak about hate again.  

But, hate has become the new holy scripture for todays's republican party.  Jesus said in John 4:20-21, "Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar.  For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God."

I guess that line from Jesus gets lost on the phony christian conservatives among all the times Jesus said homosexuals would burn in hell.  Oh wait, he didn't say anything about that.  Then I wonder why they miss such strong advice from Christ?"

John Casey in The Advocate.

Okay, I don't usually go religious like that, but John Casey made many points in that article about the speaker.  I'm tired of pretending to be someone I'm not so people I don't like very much will spend time with me.  That need for approval is a childhood holdover that, like my childhood clothes, no longer fits.  

Everybody have a great Monday and a great week!  Find something that ignites your passion and throw yourself at it with abandon.  

Lane