I won't say that life is busy... or crazy... or any one of those other oft-used, over-used words to describe the goings-on here in Rosieville. It's just been "life" with all the usual ups, downs, changes and adjustments that everybody goes through every day.
I'm not busy packing for the cruise... after a couple of difficult months with my Mom's health, I pulled out of that trip shortly before Christmas. I also cancelled my trip to the Quiltmaker Block Party event in Portland in March. My Mom felt very guilty about my decision to cancel and because I'm a really good daughter, I didn't interfere with that. I even let her give me an extra-special Christmas present because of it. But because she's such a great Mom, she decided that she could do a little more to make my "sacrifice" worthwhile. So on New Year's Day, my Mom fell and broke her hip.
Call me crazy but I thought that was overdoing it just a bit.
Then again, maybe she's always wanted an Open Reduction Internal Fixation. An ORFI. Translation: The doctor pinned her hip to fix it.
She didn't quite consider the "having to go to rehab" part of it all but that's working out pretty well too. At 82, my Mom has a personal trainer and a very handsome young man tucks her into bed at night. Everything is going so well that she should be home in a couple of weeks, though at this point, I'm not exactly sure why she wants to leave. (Until they serve a meal... then she remembers why she wants to come home.)
Even though you didn't ask... yes, Rosie has gone to visit. I asked if dogs were allowed and after providing an up-to-date Certificate regarding her shots, Rosie is a regular visitor at the facility. That part has been a lot of fun as Rosie greets everybody there - the other residents, the nurses, the PT folks, the doctors. A few folks have even come to my Mom's room looking for her after hearing her charge walk down the hallway.
In between trips to rehab, Rosie finally got to be the star of her show. After telling Dee that I was a little sad that Rosie would be all alone for a whole l o n g day, she said I ought to bring Rosie with me to class. Huh? Cabby - Jordan's dog - wouldn't be at the shop that day so if Rosie wanted to come, it would be fun. My brother thought I was nuts to even consider it - he thinks Rosie is a little "excitable". I put the crate in the trunk as a "just in case"... but you know how that goes. If I bring it, I won't need it. But if I leave it at home, I'll wish I had it. Had it... didn't need it.
So Rosie was the "Special Guest" at the two Rosie Club meetings at The Olde World Quilt Shoppe this past Saturday.
This picture was taken during the break between the classes. I had to hold a cookie over my head to get her to concentrate.
It was a hoot. And she did behave. Mostly. She was excited and happy to meet everyone, and everybody kindly fibbed and said they were excited and happy to meet Rosie. The highlight was when Rosie sat down right in front of sweet Gerri and shamelessly gave her "The Stare" to beg for part of her cookie. It would have been very embarassing if it hadn't been so funny.
When I'm not chauffeuring Rosie to her social commitments, I am working on a few things. Some are for patterns, some are for the club at Olde World - I'll share those next week - and some are "just because" things. The strips at the top are part of that - those are pieces from the Bloomsbury Garden collection by Liberty of London mixed with some Essex Linen. They will be cut into tumblers using my little template.
And this is a "from my scrap basket" project. I am making 210 blocks that finish at 5" so if I make four or five blocks a week, I should finish in 2026. Actually, I have 20 blocks done and another dozen almost done. I'll share all the particulars next week... if you're interested.
So there you have it, we're doing life.
And we're doing just fine.