Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

In my case, I’m up reeeeeeally damned late. Bad craziness. First I lost track of time while piecing a quilt. 3 am came and went, and I decided I’d better go to bed. I snuck past the 2 y.o.’s door, and she promptly sproinged up in bed like a deranged jack in the box, so I had to run in there and tell her to go to sleep and tuck her in. She’s been nervous around me since she saw the incision and bruising. She doesn’t want me to get close to her. Perhaps she thinks it’s catching.

I paged down to hub and apprised him of the situation, so he snuck up with the 1 y.o., who was (surprise surprise) wide freaking awake. I try to nurse her down; she wants to do gymnastics. I go to rock her to sleep; she’s doing the Cabbage Patch. I decide to spirit her downstairs (stealthily closing the 2 y.o.’s door on the way down, yay) where she can be loud and play herself to sleep, I hope, I hope, I hope. And soon, please. Right now she’s poking me with the booger sucker. This does not bode well for going to sleep while it’s still dark outside.

I started a quilting class today with my friend AM. It was quickly decided that I should ride the short bus to quilt school, since if there was anything at all I could have done wrong, I did it. Although everyone was teasing me for taking a beginning quiltmaking class after having made 2 quilts, I really have learned stuff that you can’t get out of books. I got so inspired that I made 45 half-square triangles when I got home. This sounds like a lot until I mention that I need 288 for a king sized quilt.

I’m in a fairly annoying amount of pain from my breastal area, which seems to have sprung a leak. I’m supposed to call my surgeon first thing this morning. Hm, I may actually still be up in 2 hours. Oh lord I hope not.

You know, tonight I watched the National Geographic show about the search for the Afghan girl whose face was such an icon when it appeared on the cover of a magazine in the mid 80s. They found her again, living near Tora Bora, and she came into Pashewar to be photographed again (only with the permission of the town elders and her husband could she show her face). I realized that she and I are the same age. Her biggest concern today was whether she’d be able to find clean water and food for her children. My day’s agenda includes fixing the ice dispenser on the refrigerator and straightening up the house a little before the cleaner comes.

It’s a small world. It’s a huge world. And even though I’ve gotten no sleep, I count more blessings than I can name.

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