For Every Bad, There’s a Worse

6a00d8341cbb0053ef019b03a1c7c8970c-400wi“Hang in There"

The sadness has abated somewhat--but now I’m as nervous as a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs. I tried to make surgical masks for daughter Andy to wear when she has to go back to work in the office, which is probably going to be soon. It was a total disaster. Children make these things, for Pete’s sake, but all I could do was wrong. I finally gave up and decided maybe I’d be in better form tomorrow.

But I ain’t betting on it. As Thomas Hardy once said (or wrote), “For every bad, there is always a worse.” I read today that the food chain is in eminent danger of breaking down. We passed 55,000 deaths today (which I don’t consider politics, btw). And Skipper has had tummy problems all day. He’s sleeping now, so I’m hoping he’s feeling better. If he isn’t ok by tomorrow, we’ll suit up and make a trip to the vet.

And I lost Bella. I realized at about 5:00 that I hadn’t seen her in some times. I searched the downstairs, all her sleeping places and elsewhere. So maybe I had shut her in the sewing room, which happens. But no, she wasn’t in the sewing room, nor anywhere else upstairs. So I searched the downstairs again, this time looking under everthing--not an easy task for me anymore. I thought maybe she had gone out the last time I let Skipper out, so I searched the back porch, the back yard, the front yard, the street. At the point where I was just about to give up and call Jesse and tell him I had lost his cat, I turned around and there she was behind me. She jumped up on the kitchen table and meowed for treats, which I did not give her. I’m still mad at her.

On top of everything, I was sure this morning that I had the virus. My throat is sore, my eyes are burning and watery, I have episodes of shortness of breath, and the pain (which is always with me) is worse. So I took my temp this morning, and was reassured that it apparently is not the virus. I registered a cool 95.6, which in no way could be considered fever. My temp always runs low, but I’m not sure it has ever been that low. So I guess it’s just the usual suspects: allergies and chronic pain.

So be well, everyone. Keep it together, and HANG IN THERE.

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On 04/28/2020, Barbara Anne said ...

Love the picture of the cat hanging onto the quilt and its facial expression!

When searching for our cats, I would open a can of cat food and the cats would come running. Like you, I don't have the energy to look hither, thither, and everywhere in between where a cat could fit.

A bazillion cheers that you don't have the virus!!!!!! Take an allergy pill, pick up a book, and pamper yourself, sweet friend.

Hugs!

On 04/28/2020, Sandra Clarke said ...

Susan, I am glad I am not the only one who has had trouble with mask making! Machine acted up, took to repair shop, got out second machine, forgot how to use it & finally gave up. It would not sew, so I guess it will go to shop too! Then my trusty iron quit...... got my first machine back but every thing I have done, I have followed the directions somehow wrong, plus the 2 I did complete, I do not really like. I am now working on one I found on Riley Blake’s site. This one has no elastic & has a place to insert a filter. I have sewn since I wa little so I hope the new mask will not be a pain
Feel better soon! Keep inspiring us!!
Sandra

On 04/28/2020, Suze said ...

You may not be out of the woods yet. I think I had the virus...all the symptoms matched. But...I did not have a fever the whole time...only for about a day in the middle of the sickness. Once they have antibody tests available, I will find out if I had it. I was hacking up a lung and felt really miserable for a couple of weeks.
Cats are A..H...s! Glad Bella was not really lost.
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