Progress
Quilt is coming along and Ruthie wasn't still in a nesting box tonight!
I had wanted to title this post Almost done, but that's just not applicable. I can't sew for hours like previously, and not every night either. I'll sit with this again on Thursday, then put it away for a few days, as family is visiting for Easter!
Yet, this beautiful rainbow quilt has definitely turned a corner. One of the perks of going round and round from the perimeter inwards is that every row gets shorter and shorter and shorter. Slowly, of course, but little by little.... I've been threading six needles per session, but this evening I probably used eight or nine, and my shoulder feels it, lol. Thankfully my right thumb is fine; it's been bothering me in addition to my shoulder. As sixty years old gets closer, I'm truly starting to notice changes in my body that weren't there previously.
Moving on from that, Ruthie the broody hen also made progress tonight, putting herself on the wall instead of my husband removing her from a nesting box and plopping her onto a free space amid the rest of the hens. Ruthie spent the morning in the condo, then during the afternoon she went into the coop, as we were away and didn't wish to leave her in the condo unsupervised.
I'm very pleased she felt compelled to make this transition on her own. If you have chickens, and you've dealt with a broody hen, no explanation is necessary. But that's a tiny minority, hehehe, so let me say it's like successfully potty training your child. Or something equally liberating. Well, not liberating, but....
I'm grateful, 'nuff said.
I'm also happy for having written a chapter today! It's the little things, with a medium-sized thing thrown in for good measure. I'm so enjoying crafting this story, it's the most unplanned book I've ever written, I think. Definitely spontaneous. Definitely pulling it outta thin air. Definitely making me feel like a writer again, woo hoo!
And as for this quilt.... A week or so ago I felt FAR AWAY from finishing it, despite the safety pin container looking quite full. And now I'm maybe two days from being done. Not consecutive days, but that's how it goes as one ages. The old ways need to be amended while new methods are embraced for the markers of time that they are. I'm slowing down with the writing, the sewing, kind of how watching baseball is a far less frenetic pastime than watching basketball. Such different pacing in those sports when compared to one another. Last year my husband and I thought baseball was TOO SLOW, but now, well, I'm pushing sixty and accepting it as gracefully as possible.
If Ruthie can get out of the nesting box, hop up the roost, then find a cozy spot next to her sister hens for bedtime, then I can tuck away my youth and gamely (as possible) cozy up to the notion that slow and steady completes books and quilts. Past Me might grumble, but Future Me is probably nodding her head.
