Making Do

We are a community of friends that may all be deemed vulnerable.  Dennis and I are the most daring as we try to continue doing and going where we need to and where we want to go.  It may keep many close to home as the local buzz in our town continues to stress to those our age to stay close to home and . . . wear masks . . . do not feel that covid happens elsewhere.  

Today one of friends that was in the stitchers group did quite a bit of texting back and forth.  Anita lives in Mankato and had been a quilt shop owner herself in times past.  Anita had visited my home with the stitchers a while ago and she was determined to get her area organized.  I wanted to catch up with her and encourage her.  When we had gotten together as a small group in Baker’s Square we shared and supported each other in what we were currently doing and contriving with our projects.  Networking has been missed.  Making do with texting does make some of that isolation less daunting.  Dennis just doesn’t have the same lingo that is desired in the sewing studio.  

I do have acquaintances within our town.  You need to have a shared connection, a shared passion to feel friendship also known as kinship.  The years of a w-2 form job allowed for many acquaintances but no strong friendships.  What it all comes down to, is that today I feel a deep loss of my sister.  Today it is weighing heavy.  Elvera has been gone for four years.  I doesn’t seem like that much time has passed.  When three o’clock comes around on a weekday . . . that was our time for sharing coffee.  It was a phone coffee date as she lived too far away to have a one on one.  Elvera was a quilter.  Elvera was a mom.  Elvera and I had family history to fall back on and did some “remember when” time.

I don’t think many realize how important that “remember when” time is until there is no one to remember with you.  It can be a lonely feeling.  

Oh well.  Dennis is in the same boat.  When Dennis wants to reminisce I do a very good job and have the attention span to allow him that time even if I have no idea what he is referring to but participate as well as I can.  It is a gift that I can do that for him.  

Tomorrow is a new day.  Tomorrow is time for new thoughts, a new outlook.  I don’t think the gray day that we have had today and . . . way too many days of, has done me any favors.  For the remaining day of January 25, 2021, I will make do.