These are the things I've been thinking about:
- I love autumn, but don't like Halloween. And I'm not saying I don't like it because I'm a Christian. I just don't like the whole mess of having to figure out costumes, dress up in said costumes and, more importantly, figuring out what children should wear for whatever trick-or-treating/trunk/Harvest party they have to attend. All my disinterests and insecurities marry at Halloween. I am not interested in the same kind of decorating, crafty, cutesy stuff many of the mothers around me were. And I might come up short as a mama when my children walked the parade route in their elementary school gym. Now before you get all up in arms and defend Halloween, or costumes or point out that surely, as a quilter, I am crafty, let me admit that, with this disinterest and insecurity married in my brain, and a good helping of guilt besides, I made plenty of costumes for my children. Tinker Belle, Peter Pan, a Native American one year (after we'd been to Alaska), a princess (with fabric my sister brought back from Uzbekistan), and a beautiful black and purple cape for my son who wanted to be some kind of monster, I think. I love that cape. I mean, I am a reasonably good seamstress. I just don't like the holiday.
- My niece has been working nights in her first clinical training in a hospital as a nurse in Turku, Finland. So she's basically in the same time zone as we are at the moment. This has been difficult for her (trying to stay awake all night--not much happens, or is supposed to happen, at night on a ward) but E and I have enjoyed talking with her through the late afternoon and evening. She's the second in the family to become a nurse. Beve's sister, Glo, was a nurse. A brilliant one, and by luck of genetics and God, M is just about the spitting image of her Auntie Glo (with a little Finnish twist to her for good measure). I love this. I love that M is following in her Auntie Glo's footsteps but also following them because they're the path laid out for HER, for M. I mean, it's not simply that it's the family business, but she came to it by way of God, but there it is, the same heart and love and interest as was in the woman whose likeness she so bears.
- Speaking of medical stuff, I have a physical with a new doctor tomorrow. I can't even begin to tell you what this means. Our doctor informed us late in the summer that he was leaving the practice. And it took me this long (and some searching) to find a new one--and the one I want. When I made the appointment, the scheduler said, "So you want a well adult physical?" "I guess so," I answered. It seemed too complicated to say otherwise. I'll say that tomorrow when I walk in with my cane and hand over my list of medications. Sigh. Where even to start? It takes a long time to break in a doctor.
- I've been working on a flannel quilt for our lodge. Let's just say it wasn't a smart choice. Or rather, I didn't approach it in a smart way. I've never made a flannel quilt before, and it's NOT like making a cotton one. Because I cut out all my fabric willy-nilly (ie, without washing it first) I have to spray-starch EVERY seam after I sew it. And, every square has EIGHT seams. Not large seams, either. We're talking about a finished square of 8" by 6.5". (That's pretty small, M). I have to make 96 squares for this quilt plus...well, let me put it this way, I've finished 80 now and have gone through a can and a half of spray starch. Needless to say, I won't be making a flannel quilt again very soon. It isn't a hard pattern, but the process is teaching me a whole lot.
- Every seam I sew I think about the refugees walking across the Middle East and Europe. It's a way to be with them, if that makes sense. I can't imagine what it would be like to have to leave my home without more than I could carry on my back. I can't carry very much, I know that. And then to have to walk. All that walking. So I have been praying for them. Just simply holding them up as I sew. It's what I can do. God walks with those who know Him, and those who don't. He loves those on the road who are hurting no matter what they believe. And so I pray for their walk, too. For their safe deliverance into a land that will allow them to live.
That's it for this Sunday night. The superficial, the practical, and the heartfelt.