In order to make these long days pass without me running screaming into the woods, I am working on a ridiculously complicated quilt. It’s an online “mystery quilt”, which I’ve told you about before.
There are 1600 pieces in this mound of blocks. Sixty-four per block. Twenty-five blocks. And then there are the corners, sashings, and borders. The two borders alone are comprised of 604 triangles.
Believe it or not, this project might be saving my sanity by giving me something to do with my time. Take my word for it: healing is boring.
I wish I was in the mood to read, but there’s not a lot that holds my interest. I’m on the waiting list at the library for the next Longmire novel. It can’t arrive soon enough. I need me some Walt.
I may or may not finish this quilt before February 10, when my next breast cancer tests are scheduled. I expect to get the “all clear”. I expect to be done with doctors for many, many months. I expect to get on the plane June 3rd and head to the lake.
Once I get that news, I’ll pick up my guitar and my violin and start practicing for the summer ahead. But I just can’t do that now, the way I was last spring when it all hit the fan. Whatever remains to be done on the quilt will be boxed up and saved for next winter.
I will confess I am a bit of a wreck about February 10th. So I stay in my room and I sew little pieces of fabric together in an organized fashion and I get through the day. I also do my exercises (arm, chest and leg) four times a day. I go to physical therapy. And because a suitable bathing suit arrived in the mail today–it fits!–I will soon be going to water aerobics (which is about as far out of my comfort zone as camping in the wilderness).
But I will do anything to get strong, so into the pool I will go and I will be happy about it, no matter what.
I intend to be ready for a wonderful summer. In the meantime? I’ll sew. After all, we might need another quilt at the lake house.