A Bit of Sewing

 I am still not feeling great.  But it has been brought to my attention that I haven't posted or done any sewing for several weeks.  So here is a post to remedy that,  I found a big container full of Scrap Vortex blocks.  Most were not sewn together.  Since a perfect 1/4 inch seam allowance is not all that important, I decided to work on my scraps.  

And here it is.  Wrinkled.  Not ironed.  Not in perfect focus or in good lighting.   And only a  beginning.  I hope to work on this for a while longer.  I still have tons of scraps.

Thanks to everyone who wished me well.

Lots going On. Nothing Terribly Good. Except the Garden.

 

I'm experimenting with the new blogger.  Hope this works. 

I started this blog a few months ago in an attempt to be positive.  No one wants to read a negative blog.  Right?   But it is difficult to be positive at the moment.  

I broke my ankle in March of 2019.  Unfortunately it was not set correctly.  When the cast finally came off my foot was only connected to my leg with some skin.  The bones had become separated.  I don't know if I am describing it correctly or not.  I saw a foot and ankle specialist.  He operated on my ankle immediately.  I was in the hospital for a couple of months.  From there I was transported to another hospital to recuperate.  

I had physiotherapy daily.  After two and a half months I was allowed to go home.   My leg had not healed as well as was hoped.  The surgeon had taken a large bone from the inside of my ankle.   The incision was not healing properly.  A VON nurse had to come to the house and put clean dressings on it every other day.  

During the surgery a rod was inserted into my leg from my heal to my knee.  Other screws and bolts were also implanted.  I was still unable to walk.  I had to wear a large black boot.  At the beginning of December the VON nurse told me the incision had healed and that she would not be returning to dress the wound.   Needless to say I was ecstatic.  But a week later my leg became painful and swollen.  No one could tell me why this was happening.  Since then I have seen more doctors that I care to admit to.  Everyone has a different diagnosis.  I even had a nuclear test done.  No one can agree on anything.  No one can tell me why my leg is still swollen and more painful than I can bear.  I need to take CBD oil to help me sleep.

I was also having trouble with my vision.  Last Saturday I saw a retinal specialist.  He lasered the bleeding at the back of my eyes.  I thought my vision would improve after hat but it hasn't.  

So now I am at an impasse.  My blog, facebook and gmail accounts were compromised when I was in the hospitals.   I lost everything and had to start over with a new computer and the creation of new accounts.  There is not much positive stuff going on around here at the moment.

But in keeping with my desire to stay positive, I have been doing some gardening.  All summer long I have been eating zucchinis, green beans and delicious tomatoes. Today I went out and discovered that my fall crocuses are blooming.  They are beautiful.  In the spring they come up as lush. green, shiny leaves. 

These die down after a couple of months.  Then all summer it is impossible to tell where they are growing.  In the fall they erupt from the bare soil in a riot of colour.   

I also have a huge sunflower that was planted by the squirrels that make my yard their home.  I also planted a couple of packages of sunflowers= seeds but nothing came up.  They were probably tasty treats for my furry residents.

More when I am feeling better.

Calm and Confusion

I am happy to report that William was less stressed when he came home from school yesterday  He was no longer worried about the other students laughing at him.  They had phys ed.  His favourite!  They went outside and ran around the school yard.  He wanted to play 'hot potato' but they were only allowed to touch their own stuff.  He is still struggling to understand it all.  They did some soccer skills instead and he loved that.  He fell asleep without too much trouble at bedtime.

He will not have to go back to school until next Monday.  There were only 6 students in his class yesterday, but the students are being brought back in small groups.   There are still 3 more groups until they are all there.  I have no idea how many kids will eventually be in his class.

And that brings me to my concerns.  I was under the impression that there would be no more than 15 students to a class.  But now I am hearing 22 to 27 per class will be the norm..  What I don't understand is this:  How come we are not allowed to be with others in groups of more than 10?  Yet children in school are being put into groups that are twice as large.  Our premiere is keeping the province in stage 3 for at least another month because our Covid cases are going up daily.

I have more concerns,but they will have to wait until another time.  I have a doctor's appointment downtown today. I have to take Wheeltrans.  They will be picking me up shortly.

I just want to show you a couple of my red waffle blocks for this month.  Red is the colour of the month on soscrappy.  I have lots of red fabrics so this is easy.

Face Masks and Back to School Jitters

It's William's first day back at school after 6 months of staying home.  If I said I was not concerned I would be lying.

William phoned me last night.  He was not able to sleep.  I asked him what he was worried about.  He said his stomach was hurting.  He will be in grade 1 this year.  He does not know who his teacher will be.  He has no idea who will be in his class.  He has to stay in his seat all day.  How will that work for a kid with an intense desire to be active?

I asked him what he was worried about most.  He said he was afraid the other kids will laugh at him.  He injured his bottom lip on the left side and it is still sore.  He has to eat on the other side of his mouth.  He was crying when he told me he was afraid the other kids wouldn't understand.

His concern over his lip overshadowed his fears.  There wasn't much I could tell him except that I loved him   I can only hope that everything will go okay.  Stay safe, wear your mask, wash your hands properly, give your friends the elbow greeting,  Keep a Covid distance and all will be well I told him.  Call me tonight and tell me all about your day.

I made a few more face masks for him and for another boy whose Grandmother lives on my street.