Yesterday's plan was for Grandma O'Quilts, Dylan and Lynsey to participate in our guild's Sit and Sew by Zoom. It was hardly relaxing, but we did have some fun. Kids idea of a great time is to tell me that my Zoom is on mute when it is not.....then to be naughty and have me react (which I always do) giving all my Zoom friends a verbal treat, while the children laugh away.
Lynsey could not find the cord to her machine, the one she had being an old cord to a long garbaged chair.
Dylan could not figure out what to sew. Lynsey used my machine. So she was able to make her pillow.
Here is the girl with safety gloves practicing with the rotary cutter. She needs a shorter desk.
The three of us covered the old ironing board with a funky fabric from the sale bin at Walmart.
Reminds me of growing up in Phoenix. AZ.
Today, I made a must do list. I hate doing that.
Get gas (almost $50), turn in long lost library books, and go to Belks...a department store, to return online shopping gone south. This was a big one. I had not been in a store like that for a year and a half.
I took pictures of the receipts on my phone. They were not good enough, no bar code. There was a problem because I had paid with PayPal...Dear me..the things I learned. They had to call a supervisor to come down to analyze the situation to give me my money back. But...I did it!!!!. I drove there, I walked into the store with my cane. They found a cart for me. Big girl, Grandma O'Quilts....Big girl!!!
We are planning to put down the dog on Tuesday morning. My sister will take them to the vet. The children want to go with her. It is hard for everyone. Tuesday morning early, then I will go to the pool and the crisis counselor will come to talk with the children, for our many other issues.
Look what brilliant idea Sherry had to put my iron on the bookshelf.
See, my iron is cordless. Now, I do not have a cord to trip over and an iron handy.
Thank you Sherry.
The dog is now running around playing with the cats. I feel terrible for scheduling her euthanasia on Tuesday. Then I realize with dementia, there are some clear times. And, that I cannot risk tripping in pee, or having the alarm go off when she is biting the wooden frame of the door and might break the glass of the door. Or her being unable to stay outside for more than 15 minutes without throwing herself against the door. This is so hard. I am sick of hard things...but, I am Sunday strong!!
