I started this quilt in January, as a way of keeping busy while prepping and waiting for my surgery date. It's made mainly from fabric I didn't like, a way of keeping the stakes low.
I was just over halfway done with it when we left for Florida and when we got back, I didn't sew for weeks and weeks and weeks. When I did get back to sewing, I moved this project off to the side and worked on small projects instead. Finally a couple of days ago, I took it out again to work on and this morning, finished it. I called it "Boob Quilt" and made a label with that title, an explanation, my name, the surgeon's name, and the date of surgery.
After I finished all that, I tossed it in the washing machine and then asked Dave to transfer it to the dryer for me. When it was dry, he held it up so I could take this photo. Now it's folded up and sitting on a pile of finished quilts on my cutting table. (Which is next to a pile of quilt tops, some of them years old, that need to be either quilted or sent off to be quilted.)
On to the next quilt.
Before that though, there was this:
Gray Kitty got his sub-q fluids this afternoon (normally we do this at night, but he was pretty dehydrated today) and then Dave gave him a few bits of whipped cream cheese as a treat. Poor Gray Kitty has had a rough time of it lately. His arthritis is getting really bad and he has trouble moving around. He sleeps most of the day on his heated pad in the bathroom. (We tried putting heated pads all over the place, but for some reason he only took to the one we put in the bathroom--which we put there because he was already sleeping on a bathmat.) When he's not sleeping there, he begs to go outside and then he sleeps outside. (He can go onto the back patio by himself, but Dave still accompanies him when he wants to go out front, where there is no fence or gate to keep him contained.)
After all that, Dave went off to his PT appointment. (I had my PT appointment this morning with a really wonderful PTA. I cried on the way home, from having physically and mentally shifted some of the horror of the surgery and infection and recovery.)
What else?
We went by my aunt's house to have lunch with my mom the day before Mother's Day. Did I get pictures of us together having lunch? No, of course not. I got this photo of my aunt's refrigerator magnet collection instead.
Lunch was good. We brought barbecue and Dave made scones which he turned into berry shortcakes with whipped cream. We had a good visit and then came home and got into our pajamas and spent the rest of the weekend doing absolutely nothing.
What else is going on?
Dave's sister Sara had a recent medical scare but is thankfully on the road to recovery now. We sent flowers and a get well soon note. In the middle of that, they found out that their aunt, their mom's sister, had suffered a series of heart attacks and was in the ICU and not expected to recover. (She has improved somewhat, is off the ventilator but still in the ICU.) Dave's mom was not particularly close with her sister (I think they might have been half sisters?) and so Dave and his sister were not very close to her either. She had a half-brother (or step brother?) who is not in the picture, and she never married and has no children.
It's a lot. A lot going on.
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