I knew that it rained here, and I knew that we got more of it than we had seen in quite some time, and I knew that the weather peoples were jumping up and down hollering "EIGHT INCHES! EIGHT INCHES!", and I knew that Miss Jane had water in her basement...
But I was completely and totally clueless as to the extent of the devastation both here and in Louisianna.
Shame on me.
Please don't think poorly of me over what appears to be a total disregard for the plight of others. I simply made a decision a month or so ago to stop putting things in my basket.
(In The Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood, the Yayas are explaining what happened to Vivvie, and they say "She dropped her basket". I always thought that was a simple, profound, and utterly perfect way to describe what it's like when someone simply cannot live in the world as it is for one moment longer and they just go...elsewhere...to regather their wits.)
Between Stewey's diagnosis, my own crazy health issues, family drama, the current political climate, war, pestilence, and famine, etc etc etc....my damn basket is just full to overflowing. In what can only be described as the very first adult and wise decision I've ever made before in my pitiful little life, I told myself "ENOUGH CRAP IN THE BASKET!" and I stopped putting stuff into it.
This means that I decided to go headfirst into things like the Olympics and crazypants stitching projects and the Flosstube and spending hours upon hours doing nothing but cuddling my Stewey Little while reading Namcy Drew mysteries to him.
It's been great for my mental health, but I have to say...it really does make me feel like an uninformed boob that comes off as singing la di da, la di, da while the world crashes, floods, and burns all around her.
So...dear friends...if you are someplace that is having troubles of any kind, or if you are having a particularly rough go of it in your own pitiful little heart and you feel that I'm not paying attention or give a flying fig, please don't fret. I say my fervent prayer every night that all will be well for you and yours and hope that whatever ails you will soon pass.
On to stitching...
After a lovely evening out with my Church Guild stitchy sisters, I un-stitched and then re-stitched a few blocks of Good Stuff. The varieagated just wasn't blowing my skirt up, I had a mis-matched blue, and my center double fan doubled was troublesome with both the texture and the hue of the thread.
So here is where we stand as of this morning:
I've cleared the decks for nothing but stitching today. As you can see, if I have any hope of finishing this piece before the games conclude, I had better put the pedal to the metal! I have, though, in the spirit of this newfound gentleness with myself, decided that I can continue to work on it through the end of August if necessary amd that I shouldn't ruin such a fun stitch with a crazy/frantic deadline.
Wow. Wee. Who knew that turning 50 would mean I would start to get it? Maybe I'm not so clueless after all...