This wasn’t such a bad lunch. Took Mom for PT again today then to her accountant’s to drop off tax prep stuff. Usual Monday things that you do in everyday life. By the time I had a glass of iced tea with her and visited, it was 1:30 p.m. before I arrived home. The Babe ate already, so this seemed like a good option at the time. Busy day for us.
So this thing happened. My half square triangles (lower left) should have measured 4 1/2 inches at this point. Just like the 4 1/2 inch squares (top right). So now, everything must be adjusted. Good thing it’s not a quilt for a bed. You would think after doing this for twenty plus years, I’d check the instructions better. Human Ego gets in the way from time to time, no matter what we are doing. So, in the words of my dad, every contractor with an apprentice crew, and quilters all over the world, “Measure twice, cut ONCE”. It bit me again. No lives lost. No one but you and me will ever know.
You know though, years ago, a mistake like this would have devastated me for days. It would have. OCD or perfection, or fear of failing can make us crazy sometimes. When I think of when I was young and would be upset by stuff like this, it’s sad the time we waste. We know we are but mere humans, and mere humans make lots of mistakes. Yet we cannot accept when we make those very human mistakes. It’s making them ten or fifteen times that would concern me now. Not learning or not caring would concern me a great deal now. How about you? Perfectionistic or not?
I’m getting through some books I’ve wanted to read, and the Magdalene Girls is a good book. It makes me so angry how these girls were treated, even in the early 1960’s. The story takes place in Ireland, and this nunnery takes in wayward girls. Very few of them are pregnant. They are disobedient to their parents, etc., and stuck in this terrible place to toil at work that is so demanding it makes them lose their will to live. They exist as mere shells of their former selves. Only about fifty more pages, so I’m hoping I finish tonight.
Writing, I’m going to just work a little bit at this late hour. I do so much better in the mornings. I’ll start right away tomorrow, and get more done. I’m just glad to be getting anything done on the book, it’s somewhat hard to concentrate these days. I’m glad there will be an economic stimulus passed and paid out, and I believe it should not contain ANY pork. No Planned Parenthood dollars. No forgiving Student Loans, nothing. JUST the stimulus money. Period. The other stuff can be discussed later. You know, no one forgave our student loans. We learned to budget. Forgiving $30K is out of the question. I am open to forgiving month by month payments, but not big chunks like the folks tried to push through. Don’t mess around with that stuff now. Get some work done. You don’t deserve to represent us if you are holding onto your pet projects and promises. It must benefit the whole nation NOW.
I cannot imagine being a parent of young kids, pre-teens, and having aging parents at the same time. This may not happen a lot, but just dealing with one generation is enough work. I admire couples and singles who do both generations at once. I feel badly for Mom, but she does great with keeping herself busy. Sometimes she goes off on tangents but then she’s better by the next time I see her. She seems pretty nervous in traffic. We were driving today and a car got close, but she gasped and hollered, scared the heck out of me. I get it. She can’t see very well. Sometimes she makes me think I’ve overlooked something, so it’s a challenge. I just want to get her out and home with no incidents. That would be great. Just want her safe!
It’s just not very warm outside. The overcast skies make it seem as if it could be a really long time before spring actually gets here. Hope not. Either way, we’ll be home experiencing it. Yep, not going anywhere different anytime soon. Cancelled haircuts for tomorrow, the hairdresser just got back from a trip to Florida. Needs some time to self-quarantine, so Mom and I will oblige.
I’m going to get back with my book and the girls of Magdalene House. I hope it has a better ending than it probably will. Thank you for reading today! Stay home, be safe, wash those hands, and we’ll all come out the other side of this as better humans. See you tomorrow!