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Life in the time of Corona, part 10

 Well, here we are, most of the way through October.  


I have *finally* gotten started on a new sewing project.  Of course, it was not on ANY of my lists of things that should/need to be done....But of course, it totally makes sense for me to start a quilt. (No, no it doesn't.  It doesn't make any sense at all.  And quilting is NOT my forte -- I've made a couple, but people who really spend a lot of time cutting up fabric and sewing it back together again with lovely tiny little perfect quarter inch seams would definitely agree with me that it makes absolutely NO SENSE for me to be trying a quilt.  Again.)


So I've made a whole bunch of flying geese, and I'm in the process of trimming them down and sewing them in pairs.  Then I'll lay them out and figure out which pairs I want to attach to each other, and start in on that.  But so far....I've learned (confirmed) that my ability to sew a quarter inch seam is lacking.  I've also learned that I don't really care if my geese have points. And I don't seem to mind if my geese aren't quite centered.  I'm going with the motto, "Done is better than perfect," because I'm pretty sure that is the only way this project will keep moving forward and/or ever get finished.  





I'm enjoying it, mostly.  It is quiet.  It allows me to fully focus on something that I can control. 


There are so many things out of my control right now, and that is weighing on me heavily.  The biggest is that sweet hubby is expected to return to in person teaching on the day after the election ends.  We're trying to figure out whether he should quit his job (oh, hello, no income!) or whether the kids and I should move out or whether the kids and I stay and cut everyone else out of our "bubble."  None of the options currently available to us are all that great.  You might be reading and thinking, "In person teaching?  No big deal.  My kids/my spouse/my whomever has been back for two months, no problem."  But my husband isn't a classroom teacher who will have a limited number of students around him all day everyday.  He is a music teacher, so he will be pushing in to six classrooms a day where the teachers may or may not actually enforce mask wearing for students (and themselves) and where the classroom will be saturated with recycled/same air.  My parents are elderly, but currently spend at least 2 hours per day with at least one of my children.  It will be heartbreaking to cut them out of our bubble, and much  more difficult for me to homeschool the girls, if my parents can no longer take care of "the baby" during school time. Not impossible, and this is the most likely scenario, so I guess I'd better get my head wrapped around it -- what will feel, for me, like returning to the beginning of "social distancing" and only online shopping and a real return to very strict isolation from loved ones. I'm not looking forward to it, but I don't know of any other real option, at this point.  (I could take the kids and move to the family beach house -- I'd be totally on my own with the kids, not even having sweet hubby's assistance in the afternoons and evenings.  He quits his job = no income. Not exactly real options, though they do both spend an ridiculous amount of time in my brain.) 


So.  Trying to enjoy the remainder of these few weeks before the return to in-person school for my music teacher husband, who has been very happily teaching virtually from home. 



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  1. Good luck with that. His district should be enforcing masks. If not, he can enforce them himself. The district will be liable if he gets sick, so he should be able to insist. My husband in a physical therapist, even with he and the patient wearing masks - they are in very close contact. If and when he gets it, I am confident that we will all recover.

    I love to sew. I once made a quilt for my sister in law's wedding. I didn't know what I was doing. I look forward to seeing it.

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