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Life in the time of Corona, part 3

Sweet hubby is still away.
His mom is still alive, but also still declining.  There is no way to gauge how much longer she will be alive.  There is no real way to understand whether her prognosis is different because of Covid-19 closing all of the clinics or whether her cancer was so advanced by the time they found it that it is a small mercy she is not also trying to undergo invasive treatment for a losing battle.
I miss him.

The kids miss him.

His CAT misses him.

The chickens probably miss him, too.  I'm sure they would at least appreciate having a clean coop again, but that is something that is just a little bit too far out of my wheelhouse right now.

Nearly two weeks ago, my parents and I decided it was time to join each other's "social distancing" bubbles.  IT WAS THE BEST CHOICE.  It is so, so, so nice to be able to spend time with them in person.  It is SO NICE to let them watch the kids play outside while I cook supper. It is WINNING to have my dad along for bike rides (during which I jog).  IT IS LIFE ALTERING in all the best ways.

No lie, it is still a struggle to try to keep up with "eLearning" and three small children all at once.  But it is so, so, so nice to have a tiny bit of extra help.

Sometimes I'm still sewing, but mostly I'm not.  The girls have decided that bedtime is the best time to get silly and giggle and then get loud....and while I want them to have this beautiful, close relationship, I want them to SLEEP at bedtime.  So Peanut has been moving into my work-room, almost every night, and by the time I'm certain that Miss Middle and Peanut will both be asleep to move the Peanut back into her own bed, it's almost always too late for me to want to start working. 

I don't think I've had a single "finish" since the last time I wrote, but I did tackle most of the mending pile, including this pair of girls' leggings:

Other items mended were more leggings, adding new snaps to a bubble for "the baby," sewing up the corner of a fitted sheet, and repairing some small holes in a shirt of mine.  One repair that will definitely have to wait until later: fixing the overstretched elastic in a fitted sheet.  1/4" elastic is nearly impossible to find, at the moment, and I can live without that set of sheets for a little while longer. 

Nearly finished are a "Beatrix" top (waiting for buttons to arrive and buttonholes to be added) and a sleeveless "Jade" top, both by Rae Hoekstra.  Coming soon, I will decided whether a black-with-pink-floral becomes a top or a skirt and get that done.  I'm hopeful that I will start work on a couple of pairs of "Rose" shorts, too.  

Do you know of another pattern designer that I should be following?  I love the ease of following the instructions and tutorials that Rae has put on her blog, and over the many years that I've been reading and following along, my skills and confidence as a maker have both grown.  

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