Found the book, but then discovered it wasn't where the instructions were for making continuous bias tape, but it triggered enough of a memory to figure it out. Funny how that worked itself out.
I have no idea how much is here. Whether will get all the way around one of the blankets or not, I don’t know? It’ll be a surprise and it'll be another chance to make do, just like the rest of the process of making these these silly blankets has been.
Things have been lost more than usual lately. Things and thoughts. And not just the normal "Why am I in the basement?" sort of moments. More like... head to the basement to get something out of the freezer for dinner, get distracted by laundry, and in the middle of that remember a book in a box in the far corner, move boxes to find it, one of the boxes has cloth in it, open it to take a gander, eventually returning upstairs with new scraps to work with, no book, unfinished laundry, and nothing for dinner.
As for things- I know there are three thimbles in this house, but can't find a one. A bandaid was wrapped around the finger that kept getting stabbed, which led to a needle catching on the bandaid, which led to the needle flicking off somewhere into the living room, or the ether, twice. I can't find either of them, so now we are all walking and sitting carefully in the living room.
And I lost a tooth. Not unexpectedly (see here), but much sooner than hoped. A misplaced bite on a corn chip and the end was near. It was strange having it so loose for a day, hanging by a thread, and being transported right back into the childhood fears of pulling it out, of causing myself pain. Pushing it with my tongue, and backing off the second it started to give way. After a night of not sleeping from the ache of it, I did it. What an odd sensation to go through again after all of these years.
I put it in a glass of water on the kitchen sink window sill for the Tooth Fairy to notice as she flew by, just like I did 40+ years ago (Still, it took her a couple of days to notice).
And since I'm going on and on about this... here is a favorite passage from a middle reader book...which I think applies to middle-age and on, just as much as six!
At first you think it's kind of funny, but the tooth keeps getting looser and looser and one day, in the middle of pushing the tooth back and forth and squinching your eyes shut, you pull it clean out. It's the scariest thing you can think of 'cause you lose control of your tongue at the same time and no matter how hard you try to stop it, it won't leave the new hold in your mouth alone, it keeps digging around in the spot where that tooth used to be.
You tell some adult about what's happening but all they do is say it's normal. You can't be too sure, though, 'cause it shakes you up a whole lot more than grown folks think it does when perfectly good parts of your body commence to loosening up and falling off of you.
Unless you're as stupid as a lamppost you've got to wonder what's coming off next, your arm? Your leg? Your neck? Every morning when you wake up it seems a lot of your parts aren't stuck on as good as they used to be.”
―
