Here I sit, thinking about all the things I could do. I got all excited about the possibility of making masks to share and help people prevent or at least slow down the corona virus. I cut some fabric. I set up the ironing board and fabric and scissors and made sure that the bobbin on my sewing machine was full. I printed out several patterns for masks. I made one mask. Nick uses it. I didn't find it easy to figure out the pattern and instructions. I like patterns that have clear and precise instructions. I don't do frustration well. I saw another pattern that looked easier than the first one. I made that one for myself. I use it some, but mostly I don't go anywhere.
I mentioned to one of my kids that I could make one for him. And then I didn't and he, who inherited my impatience, got upset that he didn't have a mask, We bought some from a compounding pharmacy and I mailed one to him. I hope it helps.
I think about exercising, moving my body. Every so often, Nick and I take a walk with Buddy (the dog). Not every day though.
Some days I stay in my pajamas all day. Getting up and going to bed without showering or changing. That doesn't really happen that often.
We'll be okay. I get it. I understand why we need to stay home and mainly isolated.
I am not really sure how different our lives are now compared to pre-virus. But I do miss just being able to browse around Target, or wherever.
The sweater I am knitting for Courtney is coming along and the act of knitting feels productive.
No trips for a while. No flying to Portland. No cruise to Alaska. No new knee surgery.
First world problems.
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