
I thought that I had put this one in the last post...

Speaking of Twinkle... stage two of kidney disease. So now we watch and wait. She often wants to be in my lap while I'm at my worktable. It's not always convenient or easy to do any work, but doing what I can when I can, seems to be my motto these days.
Speaking of the stitching table... I'm very much looking forward to the days when the sun gets up before me. I can hardly see the trees on the hill outside my window in the dark mornings.
Speaking of our hills... To get to our house, you climb a steep hill, turn and we are in the middle of the next one. Coming home from the vet with Twinkle on Wednesday afternoon, this is what was happening at the bottom of the first hill...

When I saw it, I thought, "I should stop, but I've got Twinkle in the car and she will flip out if I stop and leave her in the car, and there's nowhere to pull over on this hill, and lots of other people will be coming by that can stop, and I'm so tired of taking care of things, and..." In the few seconds it took to drive by the car, see the clearly upset elderly woman in the driver's seat, and turn up our street, I thought, "You do what you can, when you can," and ran Twinkle inside, let her out of her carrier, apologized, and walked back down the hill.

She had run out of gas going up the hill and rolled back onto the sidewalk. A man had already stopped and was off getting some gas. After he returned and we figured out how to get the gas out of the can, and yelling, "Stop!" as he poured it, because it was pouring out of the bottom of the car, because she must have punctured the gas tank rolling over the curb, I called 911. Over an hour later, after talking to four firefighters, two police officers, her husband (a few times), listening to many stories from the sweet woman, I tucked her into the police car for a ride home and walked back up the hills.

The husband brought by lovely flowers yesterday. You can see that neither vacuuming or sweeping happened on Wednesday (or Thursday, or today). Simple tasks just seem too hard to get to right now.

Even the very simplest of jobs.
Speaking of pencils...

K gave me a set of anti-social butterfly ones for Christmas. They crack me up. They are so me.
Speaking of me... pulling myself off of the couch to stitch this morning, thinking I would just make something out of the first scrap that I saw... suddenly I found myself digging through the blues, frantically chanting, "I need to make a boat, I need to make a boat, I need to make a boat..."

And I did, because you do what you can, when you can.