Close to
Nowhere
By Linda Jones
Fabric, a
finger...
what’s the difference?
I’ve
always heard that whatever you do on New Year’s Day,
you’ll do again during the rest of the year.
So I planned
out my day carefully, making sure that I hugged my
granddaughters a lot; cooked a bit, read awhile, relaxed
awhile (tried not to clean anything!) and in general did
things that I like to do in hopes of repeating them next
year.
I did one
thing New Year’s Eve that I sincerely hope I never
repeat again, the rest of my entire life!
I tried to
finish up some things I’d started sewing for my
granddaughters 1-1/2 years ago – so I was sewing
later than usual and wasn’t as enthusiastic about it
as I might have been.
How else
does one explain sewing the end of your finger with a
sewing machine?
It was quite
gross — tip of needle broken off after it went
through, thread hanging from both sides of said finger
and bits of needle stuck here and there throughout same
finger.
I’m
pretty sure I panicked — running through the house
first, looking for tweezers — and they didn’t
even come close to removing the broken needle bits —
then looking for someone to drive my panicky self to the
emergency room for needle removal!
Pop woke up
during the middle of all the rumpus and since only an
idiot would let a mostly asleep husband look at their
sewn finger, let alone touch it, naturally, I stood
almost calmly while he examined it (without laughing I
might add).
Then with a
“just be still a minute” Pop whipped out his
Leatherman and in just a couple of pulls had needle
pieces and thread out of finger! Without me passing out
on the floor.
I was quite
proud of myself for that, too!
I think the
next few days I looked a bit odder than usual, going
around with my finger stuck up in the air (holding it up
made it hurt less) — especially, as my oldest
granddaughter keeps on saying, — it’s my
‘bad’ finger!
I
embarrassed her horribly a couple times with my middle
finger stuck straight up in the air while driving or in a
store. Nothing embarrasses quite as well as a
nine-year-old who’s going on 45.
•
Monday morning, getting ready to come back to work after
the holidays, watching the news and worrying about typing
with my ‘bad’ finger, I was ashamed to realize
that I, along with the rest of us, am so blessed.
As of
Tuesday afternoon, 150,000 people are presumed dead after
the earthquake and resulting tsunami.
The news is
filled with images of death, destruction and despair.
How
inconsequential my problems are.
I made sure
I hugged my granddaughters before I left for work and
thanked God for them!
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