Well, I accidentally took today off! The world just kinda caught up to me all at once, and it turned out to be too much for me. Even tho it’s been a beautiful day out, I went back to bed and buried my head under the covers.
One week ago yesterday, I came in from evening chores to the news that my brother had passed away quite suddenly from a massive heart attack while at work. I had just talked to him the Saturday before, and of course, you never imagine that it will be the last time. He was only 59 years old. Up till now, I was pretty sure that we’d be calling each other on our birthdays later this year, as we do every year, teasing each other about getting old. I’m really having a hard time believing he’s gone. He was always there for me, and I had somehow thought that he always would be.
I had also forgotten how the world just continues swirling on around you, while for the affected, time seems to stand still for awhile. It’s all been compounded by the fact that we can’t have a proper funeral for him right now. I guess I failed to realize how much that event actually provides a bit of comfort and closure, and we’re not getting that. I also had to write an obituary, not something I ever thought about having to do. It’s awful to have to sum up a life in a few short paragraphs that seem to not mean anything.
Gary was a kind-hearted, laid-back, gentle soul. I’m trying to think if I ever saw him truly angry — I sure can’t recall. He just took everything in stride, and kept everyone around him on that same even keel. We were constantly laughing together, and a lot of it involved our memories and stories of growing up together (“Remember the time when you ….?”). He was a hard worker, dedicated and loyal to his job, and was close to retirement; he had been working to save up for a comfortable retirement, and be able to travel more with his husband, Steve. It breaks my heart that it will never happen for them. You can read his obituary HERE. Some of his coworkers have left the kindest messages, for which I’m grateful.
Meanwhile, here in Missouri, the governor issued a state-wide lockdown effective yesterday morning. Altho we’ve been staying in pretty much ALL the time since the beginning of March, I have to go out about once a week simply to pick up prescriptions for My Cowboy. When I do that, I stop at the little local grocery store to pick up a few perishable items (milk, bread, eggs, cheese, butter, etc.). I’m thankfully usually the only person in the store when I’m there, which helps me feel a bit safer.
But even that doesn’t stop me from having a near anxiety attack at the mere thought of leaving the farm. My stomach starts churning, I get a headache, and then I force myself to do it anyway. Thanks to the new drug laws, they won’t let us stock up on certain medications My Cowboy has to have, and naturally, they all run out at various points in time. So for instance, last Thursday I was able to pick up one prescription, today I got three more, and on Friday, I’ll have to go back for two others. If they want people to stay home, they should make some special considerations for things like this right now. It makes me angry that they’re saying “stock up for at least two weeks so you don’t have to go out AT ALL”, but then they won’t actually allow you to do that.
Thankfully, we’ve had plenty of food. And lucky for Louise, we haven’t reached this point yet!
I worry about my sister on the daily — she works at a Walmart store, altho in the back away from the public, but still . . . She’s also been doing all the shopping for our parents, who are in their 80s, and staying in like they were told to do. And I am a worrier.
But in and around all that, I’ve been continuing to quilt. I did promise to post lots of cheery stuff to help us all keep a positive attitude, didn’t I?
I have made a few face masks for family, I’m working on the new Block-of-the-Month quilts, longarming for customers, working to finish up a whole pile of charity quilts, and trying to get my fabric stash and my UFOs under control. Staying busy helps take my mind off of things, and keeps me from having too much time to worry.
Something else that helps . . . is having FIFTEEN little goat babies now! The last two popped out of the oven this afternoon. I don’t even have pictures of them yet.
We have a set of triplets this time! Lily is a first-time mother, and certainly outdid everyone else in the numbers department! Triplets are a bit worrisome because a nanny goat only has two teats, but there are three babies vying for them. Sometimes low baby on the totem pole has to be bottle supplemented, so I’m keeping a close eye on them to make sure they’re all nursing. Lily has plenty of milk, and is a very attentive mother! And so far, so good.
Then there’s my baby girl, Sissy, who, along with her sister, Sassy, are just my pets. I never intended to breed either one of them, but Wyatt broke in to the nanny pen, and had other ideas, so Sissy ended up pregnant. She gave birth to twins last Friday, and she’s a super mother. Aunt Sassy is helping her, being the best aunt ever! They are so sweet.
And these two cuties belong to Bella. After a plethora of funny suggestions for naming them appeared on my Instagram post, we’ve decided to name them Dot and Dash!
And that’s where I stopped with the names. They started popping out so fast, I couldn’t keep up! So I have a few more names to come up with.
And this sweet, darling fellow turns three years old tomorrow! Of course, I’ll fix him a birthday treat, altho I don’t know if I’ll make him wear his Birthday Boy ribbon this time.
I’ll leave you with a sneak peek of my oldest UFO on the frame. I’ll tell you more about it when I get it completely finished.
In fact, I have a lot of finishes to show you over the next week or so. It only just got nice enough out to get some pictures, and even then, my photography sucks, but oh, well. Stay tuned!
I hope you’re all well, and staying safe!