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Close to Nowhere Decrepit or stupid? How do you describe yourself? Sometimes, in my own opinion, I think I’m OK. Then, there come those days when I think I never use my brain at all. I realize, sometimes, that since I’ve aged, I’m not quite as “spry” as I used to be. I just don’t realize it enough! I’ve been planning to clean my sewing room for a while now. Actually, I’m always planning to clean my sewing room. I don’t clean, I just plan too. I hit the stupid stage again recently though. I got a new shelf (again) to put the rest of my fabric on. Fabric in my sewing room multiplies. If you need more fabric, come store yours in my sewing room. It’ll triple over a six- month period. I’ve been piddling along in the stupid stage for a couple weeks now, kinda picking stuff up, kinda sorting stuff --kinda being careful (ish). Over the past Memorial Day, I tottered right over into the decrepit stage. I emptied one of my big shelves and piled everything in the middle of the floor and on my sewing table (the stack of stuff on my sewing table is taller than I am). Then, I moved that shelf out of the way and cleaned my sewing machine table off. I had decided that my sewing machine (and me) needed to be at the window so we could see out. I am really tired of having a wall in my face, when I could be looking at the trees and horses, etc. I’d gotten two new chairs, as the old ones were old and uncomfortable. At one point in the decrepit stage I had four office chairs, a large five-tier shelf and my sewing machine desk all jumbled in the center of my room. I think I’d hit the idiocy stage by then. Monday evening I was almost in a coma. But, I had my sewing machine desk in front of the window and all the lamps, machine, etc. stuff plugged in. I had taken down all the quilts and granddaughter-drawn artwork and moved it around. I had my large shelf up and the new, small shelf assembled (which was worth a half-hour or so of really bad language. Still can’t walk in that room. Actually, still can’t move in that room. It takes a lot of dexterity to move stuff and sort. Needless to say, I have no dexterity left. By the time I forced myself to go to bed, I had enough room to get to my computer and play solitaire a while Waking up Tuesday morning, I lay there a bit and thought -- Ah, it’s Memorial Day. I don’t have to get up! The decrepit stage is really advanced now. I am barely hobbling around. And the stupid stage is going to make me go home and clean more! |
      
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