It’s a Monday morning and I’m not at school. I am however soon to be on my way to the vet, probably for the last time with Calliope, who is a very good girl. Maybe there will be some miracle treatment that will make all her tumors disappear and persuade her to eat consistently, but I doubt it. I think this is the end and it is always so hard, even when they’ve had good long lives and honestly have survived longer than they said she would.
So there’s that, and I’m trying not to dwell too much on it right now.
I was sick over the weekend; got tested Friday and it was COVID-negative. Will probably get tested again this week, just to be sure, but most of it is gone…just a tiny bit of a dry throat and a cough. Never had a fever, never lost smell or taste. Just wibbly wobbly and blech. It’s a strange world where a simple cold is such a big deal. It meant that I didn’t get much done, mostly finished ironing the quilt down to fabric…which is actually a good thing. At some point on Friday night, this is where I was at…
All the people in the bubble had been ironed down, and I just needed to iron all the hair and shirts and signs. That might have been Saturday, actually. I don’t remember.
Yeah, I suspect this was Friday night…I got all the people ironed…the ones in the bubble are all those white fabrics.
Then Saturday, I finished the rest…this is the 199 fabrics I used in this quilt.
I think that’s my record. Not sure. It took 24 hours and 56 minutes to iron everything to fabric.
And then Saturday night, I started cutting them out.
The first two batches were just tons of letters. Tiny fussy shit. Kitten does not help. She wants to sit next to me and the boxes are in the way.
She tries to stand IN the boxes sometimes. I even cleared a space next to me and she rejected it for this…
Which didn’t last long. Mostly she wants pets. She is an old lady too. Sigh. This vet thing. Fuck. It’s not like you don’t know it’s coming…it just sucks anyways.
Last night’s cutting…the pieces are piled up mostly in order, so I’ve made it down from the 1500s to the 1000s.
I’m about 6 hours in. Probably another 15 to go or so. I am grading things too, slowly. And reading my book. And dealing with lightbulbs and crap that’s been piled on the counter for weeks, maybe months, and laundry and the yard. So much gets put aside while I’m teaching because there just isn’t time for it.
I pulled a drawer out to look at the fabrics in it, turned back around, and found a cat instead.
My quilt Womanscape at Quilts=Art=Quilts…
Nice tour of it here.
OK. Vet soon. The inevitable visit. Then book reading and crying and maybe grading and cutting things out in between all that. Ugh. She is a very good dog.