Moojinorbit

Speaking of old folks, as I did in my last post, I had to laugh Friday night at the geezer I’d apparently become. Since Bad It had bailed on me for roller derby, and Katie was playing bridge with her monthly bridge group, I decided to opt out of cards and cake and instead dig out the quilt I had begun working on about three years ago. Last I remembered I’d had a run-in with my grandmother’s sewing machine and put the whole project away. So I went downstairs to what I’m calling my basement “Creativity Center” (all the Ts crisply pronounced) and replaced all the painting materials with the bright patches of batik cloth that will someday be a quilt for my niece from China (if she ever gets here!) Then I tinkered with the sewing machine until–miracle of miracles!–I got it working smoothly again. I proceeded to blast the first Erykah Badu album and merrily sew squares together. Victory, indeed.

Katie came by later in the night and drove me to her place.
In the car:
“So, how was bridge?”
“Pretty good. I had all no-trump hands. But we had fun. How was quilting?”
“Quilting was awesome. I think I can get backing on the thing in a week or two.”
“Cool.”
“Are we really talking about bridge and quilting?”
“Yep. We seriously are. On a Friday night, at ten o’clock.”
“When did we hit seventy?”

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I also cleaned and straightened my home office so it’s all nice for me this Monday morning. I scrubbed down every inch of the refrigerator, threw out old stuff, and made everything tidy. I picked up some plants for my side planter, and hope to put them in tomorrow. Fed and watered the salad garden at Katie’s. Weeded. And swept a lot. And gave myself a pedicure.

Finally getting to these domestic things makes me calm, calm, calm. I’m looking forward to the work week ahead, spent mostly at home. And to quilting!