Laziness

Today I am more lazy than usual, having things to do, but thinking I’ll just sit here instead. I am kind of stiff from climbing around on chairs, pulling (gasp) expired spices out of cabinets yesterday and then walking. We also cleaned drawers, which entailed my dumping all contents into a box and then sticking a magnet that looks like a golf club in the mess. Yes, I thought it would give a little fun aspect to the project, but the novelty did not last long.

Of course, there was the little surprise this morning when Summer turned the light on in my face and told me we had to make use of the early morning quiet at the fairgrounds so she could do her running for the online PE class. Yes, we all find that class a little odd. It wasn’t so much that she woke me early, but that I was in the middle of a deep sleep cycle; I felt like a zombie. It went downhill from there.

Shane couldn’t go with us because he would probably chase her  . . . and she didn’t want to run that fast. The humidity was in the 90’s but the temperature was only 71, so she got by without collapsing. He was not a happy camper, not at all.

I am beginning to wonder about my walking shoes; I think they may not be designed for fast walking, but more like the sturdy plodding on uneven ground. They are heavy and I am being bothered by the lack of give at the top of my foot. However, I walk on concrete and I appreciate the sturdy sole. Lately, my walks often leave me with legs that want to function like L’s. It is awkward.

Oh, did I mention I am trying to improve my walking posture? I pretend a giant fishhook is embedded in my breastbone and I am being reeled in. I would not suggest that you imagine it, just leave me to my pretending and look away.

One of our friends with the red striped stockings had a foot accident and I was going to to surgery. It soon became apparent that the fabric was threadbare and so I have decided to give Summer a sewing lesson ON THE MACHINE as we make two new legs and feet in boots.

I could get her interested in making tote bags, but then I think we did that before video games were available. I remember once my friend Suzy Wolff came when I was in college and we made sun dresses, with Mother’s guidance. Mine was green with big pink flowers. Yes, it was the 60’s. I loved that dress. Wore it for years – probably long after it went out of style.

Mother was an excellent seamstress, and I picked up some of the basics, but didn’t do enough of it to get really good at the zipper thing. Fortunately, our friend does not need zippers in her legs. I do have the sewing machine my great uncle gave my grandmother when she graduated from high school in 1900. He owned a business in Northern Michigan and was known as “The Potato King.” Anyway, he gave his youngest sister, Sara, one when she graduated and his niece, his namesake and my grandmother, one when her turn came. (Sara and Grandma were only 3-4 years apart in age.)

Nattering. That’s what I’m doing. I’d natter some more but I might open a door with a long convoluted story behind it and find I had bitten off too big a job for my natterer.