I am undergoing severe quilting withdrawal symptoms. I could cut out a new project, but I really want to work on the one I already had going. It seemed insensitive to sew over the weekend, when family time was needed. I have had a full schedule today, so I haven't even slipped away for an hour. I didn't realize how theraputic it is just to see beautiful fabric on a regular basis. Sigh.
We had lunch at Betty's with Lance's two sisters as well. Every time families sit around the table, funny stories soon follow. Diana and Ms. Clement were best friends in school. She told of a cake they tried to make with plaid frosting by using a string soaked in food coloring. It didn't turn out, but the idea was a good one.
Richard is sitting up in a chair today, but hasn't been awake enough to be hungry and eat yet. It bothers Betty because she wants to take care of him and make him better. Healing just takes time, and time moves slowly for those who watch and wait.
No electricity yet, but I remain hopeful. On of these days...
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