I’m stealing a Calvin and Hobbes book title, but it’s the plain truth. Except for my daughter’s wedding two years ago, I’ve not been this busy in ages. It feels good, because while I’m only getting older, I’m still able to do what I like, which lately has been quilting. And driving. Not much writing, none really, but that’s all right. There is a time and season for all things.
2014 has been a year of fabric. And chemotherapy. I *hope* 2014 stands as an anomaly for the latter, a beginning for the former. It hasn’t been much of a year for words, other than those exchanged with my dad in batches while he has Taxotere pumped into his veins, then more chats as that medicine alters his body. Chemo #10 is eleven days away, the last round. Dad just turned seventy, which is itself quite a feat, but mixed with his recent battles stands out to me even more. We’re throwing him a big party this upcoming weekend, another event squeezed into a summer that has raced past, ticked off by quilts and road trips and sports. Truly the days are teeming with adventures.
Recently I finished the Former Roomie quilt; unbeknownst to my eldest, I also sandwiched into that endeavor Scrappy’s Big Sister, which I gave to my daughter yesterday, a surprise for which she was very pleased. Yesterday Germany beat Argentina for the World Cup, while the Giants managed to blow Arizona out of the proverbial water with two grand slams, one from their power-swinging pitcher Madison Bumgarner. I don’t begrudge missing those games, for we visited with our eldest and her other half all afternoon, Buttercup too. I hadn’t expected to see them until this weekend’s big bash, hence the green scrappy quilt staying on the QT. However, now I can note that quilt’s completion, amid the scattered remnants of this post. I made the rows in mid-May, and there they sat on the quilt wall until last week, when strips of green were sewn between them, the whole thing a scrap-lover’s heaven, from the pieced-together batting, backing, and binding. That quilt is indicative of my summer, what with revisions here and there, me as well, up and down freeways trying to piece together all that matters most.
My dad, my kids, quilts and plots. And my husband, when I get a chance to see him.
But sometimes that is how life is; more irons in the fire than one has irons! And surprisingly the only side effect seems to be driver’s elbow; my left arm, just under my elbow, aches after about ninety minutes of driving. I dug out a strap I used when stitcher’s elbow was a problem, which seems to alleviate the pain. That denotes my age, which I cannot change. Otherwise, I feel good, what with piles of shirts to cut into 4.5″ squares for my brother-in-law’s quilt. That’s the next project on the sewing table.
Maybe this seems like a lot, maybe summertime is when the body, and mind, are supposed to take it easy. I wanted to start writing the sequel for Heaven…Mississippi this month, don’t think that’s gonna happen. I wanted my SF Giants to maintain that massive lead over the LA Dodgers, and well… Well, at least San Francisco took the series from the Diamondbacks. The All-Star break starts today, even ballplayers need a day off. But as for this quilt-crazy author…
Not so much in the way of rest and relaxation until the weekend, once deviled eggs and fruit salad are made, corn husked and placed into pots of boiling water. Those are our contributions to the birthday party, and after I’m sure they have been sorted, I’m going to find my dad, who will probably be inundated with kids and grandkids and friends. I may not do more than shoot him a friendly smile, to which I may not receive much beyond an understanding grin. And if we get a few minutes to chat, perfect. His voice is pretty raspy, but that doesn’t seem to hinder all he has to say, about the present, the past, even the future. He has plans, in case the Taxotere doesn’t quite keep his PSA in check, radium treatments one possibility.
But that’s months down the road, hopefully further even. Maybe this time next year, God willing. And God willing, I’ll still be quilting, and hopefully writing, and maybe those Giants will be winning. In the meantime, there is this day, which has a list of to-do’s already waiting.
Writing this post isn’t on the list, more of a way to get my morning started properly, as jasmine tea is sipped, windows open to catch some early cool breezes. The day is packed indeed, but there is always room for a little more love.