Well, I don't have much to write about, but time a plenty! Usually I take pictures when we walk, but I can hardly manage the cane and the leash and the sling on my left arm. So, the pictures you will see this week are all from the past. I did start to have some pain and the itchy bandage continues to be an irritant. To be honest, I think one problem is my saggy boob! I'm trying to think of a one boob bra sort of "fix". But maybe I can just wear a whole bra, I'll try it in the morning, I have a couple old stretched out bras in a drawer somewhere!! I dug out an alpaca serape from the 70s because I can't lift my arm enough to wear my regular jacket. It is very warm and was good protection from the sprinkles we had on both morning and evening walks. The sprinkles are to continue for the next three days, hope we can hit some lighter times. I am enjoying being out walking, it has become such a regular part of our lives that skipping a day seems off-kilter. We do miss because of wet weather and KoKo goes out back to find a potty place with me standing guard against the coyotes. Just like on a walk, I have my cane, a can horn, and a whistle. Don't think I could pick KoKo up with the sling, but I'd do it if I had to.
I'm just reading, dozing, working on my laptop a bit, and throwing Froggy for KoKo to chase. He is quite good at bringing Froggy back for more throwing and when he comes back without him it is the end of the game. I do so appreciate the texts, phone calls, and e-mails. This is only two days of recovery and I am beginning to feel the isolation - like Covid in Spring 2020. I may try some sewing, but might not be able to machine quilt because of the left arm restriction. Heck, maybe I should dig out one of the hand applique or piecing projects that are stacked on shelves of the same.
Fifteen to Twenty years ago when fabric postcards were very popular I belonged to an online group and also taught some classes. Also, I branched out and made some slightly larger pieces for sale. They were all ten inches or less.
Dear Amy in Austin, I don't know how to answer you directly so I hope you see this "PS". The pile of fabrics I showed the other day was what one student brought to Ruth McDowell's class at Empty Spools at Asilomar some years ago. It always makes me smile. The blues went into a blue and while quilt that remains unquilted! The English would call that a "flimsy". Del