Close to
Nowhere
By Linda
Jones
Wild weekend
I don’t
know many people who spend their weekends as wildly as I
do. Of course, I don’t know many people who’d
want to.
There’s
been a running battle at our house about the kitchen
pantry. My dear, brilliant (normally) husband decided a
while ago that the regular shelves in the pantry
weren’t working as well as he wanted (none of the
food and other items were placed as ‘he’ wanted
them).
So, he
brought home this ingenous basket and wire shelving unit
that was going to solve all his problems. I didn’t
have any problems with the pantry and wasn’t
enthusiastic about the new shelves, but ...
Saturday
morning, bright and early, our son and I began unloading
the wonderful new wire basket shelving — because
after a couple months of “discussion” about the
new shelves, Pop had finally caved in and conceded that
the baskets, etc. just weren’t working.
We picked a
good weekend, as Pop and the youngest granddaughter were
both down and out with a stomach virus.
By Saturday
afternoon, I’d realized that Pop just wasn’t
going to get the new shelves up that day.
Sunday
morning, bright and early, I also realized that I was
becoming affected by the stomach virus. But you
can’t keep a woman with cleaning on her mind down,
so as soon as Pop got the new shelves in, No. 1 Son and I
were reloading shelves. I was so happy to have my pantry
back that I could’ve danced.
You just
can’t satisfy a cleaning frenzy with a pantry
though. My sewing room (affectionately called “the
pigsty” by everyone) has needed a serious cleaning
for at least two years now.
I’d
read on my “Dear Jane Quilting Message List” (www.dearjane.com
for anyone who’s interested) about someone who had
emptied her sewing room to clean it. Seemed like a really
good idea at the time.
So, by
Sunday afternoon, I’d started carting my fabric
stash into the living room. By Sunday evening I still
wasn’t through and was exhausted. I was too tired to
sew or quilt and that’s tired!
As soon as I
got home from work Monday I went back to carting fabric
out. Finally, about 9:30 or so, I had this really huge
pile of fabric blocking the doors to the deck.
Tuesday at
work, I tried very hard not to moan and groan all day.
Between after-effects of the stomach virus and the
really, really achy body from all the lifting, carting,
tugging, pulling, etc. in the pantry and then the sewing
room, it was hard not to moan.
Tuesday
afternoon I was facing the thought of going home and
finishing emptying out my pigsty.
I discovered
the worst thought was ... I can’t get to my sewing
machine. To a seriously addicted quilter —
that’s motivation!
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