Life's a Stitch

You know those books that randomly hop back and forward in time? The first sentences disorienting as you decipher where on the calendar it belongs? It can be annoying. No more so than arriving on a blog called Life’s a Stitch with nary a knitting project to be found. I’m going to have to do something about that, but I’m attached to the name, originally dubbed by my then 14-year-old son. Back to my time warp. We are home in White Rock, but will continue the blog hopscotching between Bali and BC.

We are on Day 13 of quarantine, thankfully with no symptoms of Covid. We're doing well, still married. Fortunately I don't have a bored bone in my body. Ask my kids. If they complained of boredom, and they stopped pretty quickly, knowing my answer would be: "Children who know how to read can never be bored."

Well I've made it through two weeks without opening a book and watching a total of 80 minutes of TV. There was a lot of cooking, large batches with enough to freeze for future meals. After my last post I made Greek Stifado, Nasi Goreng, Ratatouille and stuffed peppers. As soon as I graduate from quarantine I'll use my one allowed shopping trip per week to go grocery shopping. 

I filled my time with way too much online news, CNN, BBC and CBC and of course the nonstop almost 24 hour drone of CBC radio in the background. I spent time writing letters to a raft of government officials regarding some inefficient ways they are spending my tax money to address the Covid crisis. I was pleased to receive a call from our local MP's office to have a discussion in more detail.

While in quarantine we weren't allowed to leave our property, so to fulfill my need to walk I did laps around our house. Mind you, our lot is only 30 feet wide so one lap equalled 200 steps in two minutes and included 15 stairs. I must have looked like a caged tiger to the neighbours. 

And of course I painted. I intended to do a pen and ink drawing of Bryant's girlfriend's mother's two dogs as a thank you for her hospitality in Bali. Once the drawing was done, C said I needed to paint it instead. That's a difference of a minimum of ten hours of work. I asked him if he thought I needed art therapy considering world circumstances. No, he said, I think it will look better. So I followed his suggestion. Meet Lola and Sofia (FiFi).