my day?
I've been sitting here thinking I should journal, but couldn't figure out what I've been doing all day.
I guess I got up around 9, after dreaming I slept in till noon and Mom and Lori and Erika were already downstairs. I went in the living room and watched all the videos about the Bond knitting machine. It was very interesting and made me want to learn more about it and to try it out.
Mom came into the living room and discovered us contently enjoying being here. She said us being here with all of our projects was as if we were passing through and not here to visit with her. I guess she wants my undivided attention, even when she's asleep. It's exhausting to try to make her happy or to please her in every way. I have tried just sitting beside her doing nothing, but even she watches the tv, reads her newspaper and watches the birds.
When Lori came, I removed all my stuff from the family room and put it in our bedroom and the knitting stuff onto the dining room table. I was quite ready to pack up and head out.
However, I decided to blow the leaves out of the carport, off the driveway and the front porch, and went outside. Eventually Willem came out and picked up sticks and stuff that was out of place in the yard.
I put the shelves I made last year or the year before, back up by her and my chairs. We moved the other swing up to the top of the lawn where we could sit while she and Erika and Lori were up there. We were coming inside when Mom was on her way up the hill with them. They all get along so well.
Ben did such a nice job painting part of the house. I need to bleach the rest of the house again, perhaps hire a painter, too. It's so humid here, the house gets moldy every summer.
We sat up on the swings together and played with Erika.
Before Lori left, I went to Hobby lobby and bought some more of the really soft yarn, a stitch counter for the knitting machine and a ball winder.
When I got back, Mom was looking to see if anyone was here. She was muttering about wanting to know if anyone was here. I interpreted it as her feeling invaded by people being in her home and not being with her. I think we've worn out our welcome! Time to get going!
I thought she would be so happy that we were here and want us to stay forever like she always does. But I snapped and told her I'd just come back from the store and that I always feel like I'm doing something wrong. Naturally she over reacted, cried at my having raised my voice at her. Willem understood my frustration. I should have held my tongue. It's like walking a tightrope wire here. Like it was when Daddy was alive. Better of course, but I am always afraid I'll do or say something wrong, be misunderstood, etc.
So I sat and wound the yellow yarn from my sock knitting onto the winder. She got interested in helping me with it. We had a nice time after that.
I was happy when she went to bed, I could finally sit and relax and do my own thing in the living room with Willem. I suppose it's bad to feel that way, but it's so much easier on me to have her sleep in, Lori comes and then I just spend some time with her before she goes to bed.
I set up the card table with the knitting machine on it and attached the shoulders together, getting rid of the waste yarn there and at the bottom of the bunting bag. It's way too big for a baby bunting bag. it would make a sweater for Abe! It was good practice to work on it, casting off and finishing up what I'd started so far.
I'm glad it's all set up in here now. This will help me be able to work on it tomorrow when Lori and Erika are here playing with Mom in the kitchen!
I need to make arrangements with the people we are going to see on the way home and get that all figured out.
We watched The Baby Boom, with Diane Keaton...an exec who inherits a baby and starts Country Baby applesauce business. It's a good movie.
I guess I got up around 9, after dreaming I slept in till noon and Mom and Lori and Erika were already downstairs. I went in the living room and watched all the videos about the Bond knitting machine. It was very interesting and made me want to learn more about it and to try it out.
Mom came into the living room and discovered us contently enjoying being here. She said us being here with all of our projects was as if we were passing through and not here to visit with her. I guess she wants my undivided attention, even when she's asleep. It's exhausting to try to make her happy or to please her in every way. I have tried just sitting beside her doing nothing, but even she watches the tv, reads her newspaper and watches the birds.
When Lori came, I removed all my stuff from the family room and put it in our bedroom and the knitting stuff onto the dining room table. I was quite ready to pack up and head out.
However, I decided to blow the leaves out of the carport, off the driveway and the front porch, and went outside. Eventually Willem came out and picked up sticks and stuff that was out of place in the yard.
I put the shelves I made last year or the year before, back up by her and my chairs. We moved the other swing up to the top of the lawn where we could sit while she and Erika and Lori were up there. We were coming inside when Mom was on her way up the hill with them. They all get along so well.
Ben did such a nice job painting part of the house. I need to bleach the rest of the house again, perhaps hire a painter, too. It's so humid here, the house gets moldy every summer.
We sat up on the swings together and played with Erika.
Before Lori left, I went to Hobby lobby and bought some more of the really soft yarn, a stitch counter for the knitting machine and a ball winder.
When I got back, Mom was looking to see if anyone was here. She was muttering about wanting to know if anyone was here. I interpreted it as her feeling invaded by people being in her home and not being with her. I think we've worn out our welcome! Time to get going!
I thought she would be so happy that we were here and want us to stay forever like she always does. But I snapped and told her I'd just come back from the store and that I always feel like I'm doing something wrong. Naturally she over reacted, cried at my having raised my voice at her. Willem understood my frustration. I should have held my tongue. It's like walking a tightrope wire here. Like it was when Daddy was alive. Better of course, but I am always afraid I'll do or say something wrong, be misunderstood, etc.
So I sat and wound the yellow yarn from my sock knitting onto the winder. She got interested in helping me with it. We had a nice time after that.
I was happy when she went to bed, I could finally sit and relax and do my own thing in the living room with Willem. I suppose it's bad to feel that way, but it's so much easier on me to have her sleep in, Lori comes and then I just spend some time with her before she goes to bed.
I set up the card table with the knitting machine on it and attached the shoulders together, getting rid of the waste yarn there and at the bottom of the bunting bag. It's way too big for a baby bunting bag. it would make a sweater for Abe! It was good practice to work on it, casting off and finishing up what I'd started so far.
I'm glad it's all set up in here now. This will help me be able to work on it tomorrow when Lori and Erika are here playing with Mom in the kitchen!
I need to make arrangements with the people we are going to see on the way home and get that all figured out.
We watched The Baby Boom, with Diane Keaton...an exec who inherits a baby and starts Country Baby applesauce business. It's a good movie.