Thursday, January 27, 2005

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” ( 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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