These weird blurry days. Has it only been a month? I'm doing stuff all day long, and it seems nothing much gets done. Things seem endless, and at the same time the days fly by. There are weekdays and weekends. The difference is that K. is downstairs on weekends, during the weekdays he's mostly up in the makeshift office he's set up in Blue's bedroom.
(172 169 squares to go)
Moon has torn down the rotting deck (the one I fell through last summer). New lumber arrives arrived today. K. and I both come from people who know how to fix and build things, yet neither of us have much know-how. Moon has confidence, K. has a friend available for video consults, and I'm just trying to stay away from the whole affair.
Seventeen masks were made using Dee's links and tips. The tailor finishes one in a minute and a half, I've got it down to 13. Some were mailed off to friends in Chicago and here in Washington, including one to my therapist, because goodness knows I want her to keep safe!
I don't know if it's this strange time in the world, or if it's from reading Rosee's letter, but this new book is meeting the recent urge to document things. It was made using the next Peg and Awl tutorial (dinner was late that night, gosh, I love process). There had been attempts at writing, but focus with words is just hard right now. So now, each day I'm drawing and watercoloring something I love into it.
It will be interesting to see if skills improve, I hope so. If the good pen is ever found, maybe some words will be added. The much loved wishing star from Jude...
Rosee part 4:
"Somewhere in ’35 Stew had a burst lung. Needless to say, none of us knew it was a burst lung. He just doubled over and started getting blue in the face. I grabbed the telephone and squalled at Dr. Randall across the street that he was dying on me, and Dr. Randall came tearing over and we loaded him in the car and they stampeded to the hospital where Dr. Randall stabbed him with his clothes on. He came back and told me he’d never had such a thing before but he’d read about it in a medical journal a long time ago and guessed right.
Stew was quite a celebrity for two weeks. Doctors came from all over the state to look at the burst lung. They’d never had one before. Dr. Randall said I’d probably saved his life by calling him so quickly or he’d have died.
Then I remembered that his life line stopped at 35. That’s the trouble with my fortune telling, after it happens and then remember that I saw it. He’s 65 today and still going strong. This was kind of a blow to my fortune telling, but maybe he was destined to die with his burst lung and the fast thinking of Dr. Randall beat the fates to the draw."
