My world is normalizing.
In retrospect, I think my problems with speech and spasticity has been due to my concern for Bruce. However, now that I have seen him and seen improvement and have an idea of his future and optimism about it I am feeling better. (I know: It’s not about me.)
Also, this has been one of the nicest Junes I can remember. It’s predicted to be sunny and a very comfortable 25° all week — the week I wait for word from the Arts Club. (No, it’s not really on my mind at all.)
I have to finish the bodice of the fortune cookie dress and I feel the full weight of the project as I undertake these last sections. It’s like if I fail on this bodice, the whole project goes down. It’s ridiculous, but I get so anxious every time I get to work on a dress now. (I know; I get anxious about everything.)
I like my new life. It’s very different: There’s no more walking, no more cooking or entertaining, no more TV or movies and far less contact with people. And Mr. Tidy Home now lives in clean chaos. I shove my furniture around to create space in which to work and to store finished pieces.
In a week I may get word that my work will be on a stage in January. If it’s to be, my ladies have to stay here until then. But… if things go well in January, and I certainly hope they do, then I have to store them until sometime in late 2018 or for 2019!
Decision: Keep them here until January if the Arts Club says yes next week. And if they like it in January — and I sure hope they do — I find a place to store them.
Now I’m off to the farmer’s market right beside the hospital. I’m hoping to get some things to offer Bruce right afterwards.