Lughnasa Waxing Artemis Moon
Ah. It seems the nasties have journeyed on to other warm bloody creatures, leaving me in peace for now. I hope my body now recognizes and will fend off these creatures that live only to replicate and in so doing make us feel bad. But they don’t care.
Groceries this morning. Filled up the cart with fruit and vegetables and turkey burgers, soy milk and slim milk, Sharps and Diet Cherry Coke, a bit of feta cheese, some sliced turkey for the dogs, a few cheese curds, some peanut butter, oops, just realized I forgot the cereal, chicken breasts. You know. The stuff of daily eating. It was church time while I shopped so I suppose we were all heathens in there, except for those righteous Catholics who went to Saturday night mass. Grocery shopping has a soothing quality. It combines shopping with a genuine need so the selection of items reflects not so much consumer driven behavior–though that does rear its head–as it does animal needs.
(The Mexicans do mercado better.)
Hilo has, as Kate says, the dwindles. She’s becoming very thin and tentative. We believe she’s lost the better part of her sight. Last week she seemed frightened, wide-eyed and jittery; this week feels different. Perhaps a resignation of sorts. It’s sad to watch her fade away, but she still lives her life. Napping with us this afternoon, going outside to wander around the yard. Eating a bit now and then. Live until you die. That’s what I want for me and for her.
The sewing machine is on its movable platform, the wind-up reels for the cloth are in place, we attached a high-tech stitch regulator and a laser pointer to the apparatus that allows Kate to guide the needle. Now it’s RTFM, a couple of extension cords and she’ll be ready to practice. No more taking pieced work out for quilting, now it happens here, right in our lower level.