

Hope is a choice, strengthened through practice; not a reflection of light, but light itself.--David VonDrehle
Don't go into shock, I'm trying again to write.
You can go back over my earlier posts and know that I had a very rough time the past 12 months.
Add to what is there, my lovely Aunt Letha passed away. At 95 it wasn't unexpected but I will miss her, she was special
Then the 29th of April it became apparent that it was time to let Quinn cross the rainbow bridge. I realized that I was breaking my rule-to not do anything that was for me just the things for her. She quit eating. I gave myself 24 hours to be sure of what I was planning to do, that turned into 48 as her Vet was off. She had never seen any other vet and I didn't want that to change. She let me carry her into the vets office and she hated being carried. Anyway, by the time it was over I was bawling, the Vet tech was crying and I think the vet was trying not to. Quinn was a very special dog.
Even though I didn't want to lose her it left me free for a long wander. I needed a long time away from home. The events of the past year had left me with no space in my brain, stressed and incredibly exhausted.
We were holding a memorial for my brother in Estes Park Colorado-his favorite place- on May 17th so I left home on the 13th for Denver. Before that I was a very busy trying to get the house and yard ready for me to be gone-I never again want to come home to a bed without sheets like I did from Australia! I weeded and mulched gardens, planted the big pots for the front, laid out the soaker hoses, and attempted to set the timers for watering. I was busy, very busy. I also had to gather up the things my oldest wanted from my brothers estate and load them into the truck. Not to mention packing my stuff which included projects for rainy nights. My pickup/ute was very full.
The memorial was nice only 4 of us which was what we planned, afterward we ate together the three of them returned to Denver. I drove into Rocky Mountain National Park, just to feel the Peace of the mountains Then I checked into a hotel for three days.
And so the Prequel ends.
What can I say.
The process of healing my thumb continues after 9 weeks. PT is now in progress-for at least 3 more weeks. It's getting better all the time but I still can't cut straight with scissors-I can hold them now which is improvement. Thankfully, the electric ones work pretty well.
Other than healing my thumb, I've been doing jigsaw puzzles (on the 5th one now-good for the pinch exercises.) I've read some 6 or 7 books. Worked in the studio getting the ironing station good to go and just generally cleaning, worked in the garage on a couple of small projects. I have to be careful not to do too much at one time but PT says to use it so I do.
No sewing, I am going to try to thread a needle in a bit!
Anyway, I'm here just silent.
So, it all began a couple of months ago. My youngest son has a bidet on his toilet and I mentioned to him that I thought I might like one. He said "they aren't expensive (true) and take 20 minuted to install"
Right.
So I ordered one and Amazon helpfully delivered it. Last week I decided the time had come to install it. Three trips to various stores and I had sat the required materials here. I read the installation manual, then fiddled with the parts. No problem. Until I tried to attach it to the existing toilet (which was original to the house.) for a couple of days I worked on and off at removing the Nut to attach the water supply line. It finally came off but in the process broke the flushing mechanism. I happen to have one of those (don't ask) but to change it you have to remove the tank from the bowl in order to attach a gasket on the bottom. After 30 years every bolt/screw, washer and nut was corroded so for two days I tried to get a the nuts loose to do that. I simply didn't have enough muscle and in the meantime I broke the top.
Sometime, this past Wednesday night I decided that rather than continuing to attempt the impossible (cause that's what it seemed to me) I would just buy a new toilet. So, the next day after my chiropractor visit I trotted off to Lowes and acquired a new one. Got back home took the old toilet out on a furniture dolly. It fell off the dolly going down the outside stairs and broke a chunk off, I got it back on and rolled it over by the trash, Then, knowing that I would not be able to carry the whole box the new toilet was it I opened it up and took the pieces out-carefully. Set them up on the front porch and went back for the furniture dolly.
Disaster struck when I attempted to lift the old one off and it slipped (due to mist) and sliced into my right hand at the base of my thumb. Started bleeding furiously in seconds, slapped my left hand over it and ran for the house. Washed it off put a dish towel over the gash and pressed down hard for 5 minutes. (It's only supposed to take 3 to stop bleeding but I waited a couple of extras minutes.) When I took the towel of to see the damage it only took one look to know that I needed stitches! The next stop was the Emergency Room where it took a couple of hours to have 12 stitches in the wound. Fortunately, it wasn't as deep as I first thought so there wasn't any damage to tendon or muscle. Needless to say I was not installing a new toilet or a bidet that day!
But Scott, that same youngest was coming to stay overnight and saved the day by installing both the toilet and the bidet. He even said he knew I was capable of doing it - very straightforward- but stitches and swelling prevented it.
I have a lovely new toilet and a bidet and in two weeks the stitches come out, until then I'm not going to be doing much of anything as my right hand is my dominate hand and my left hand is barely capable of feeding me! Should be boring. Maybe I can catch up on reading blogs.
Still a bit far away but visible!
A lot has happened since I last posted.
The most fun part was Chris visiting for 3 nights!
We had a mini-shop hop, I took her to Quilter's Station (my local shop) which was packed with fabric. Poor Chris could hardly get around with all the bolts on the floor! That didn't stop her from shopping though! Then the next day we went to Quilting is My Therapy in Liberty, Missouri before we headed north to Hamilton and - get ready- Missouri Star Quilt Company that place is exhausting! I did buy some fat quarters in Liberty and a Jelly roll at Missouri Star, oh and a pattern. Chris bought a few things as well. I missed her straight away when she went home!
The day after she left my middle son came in from Nashville to sort through my brother's tools. He found a lot of tools but I have never seen little hearts flying out of his eyes as they did when he saw the big compressor! He found enough that he rented a Uhaul truck to take home!
Everytime I go up to the other house it seems I bring something else home and by the time he went back to Nashville, my garage was impassable and so was my living room! Things are clearing up now, while not everything is put away in the garage, or the living room for that matter, you can walk through them and a bit more is being done everyday. On top of the things ToDo inside there is much to do outside before the real cold. I will be finished with most of that tomorrow, then I have to wait for my "muscle" to have time to haul a few things around before I get organized again.
But as I said, there is light.
P.S. The day after we voted--I had a very long list of adjectives that would have described how I felt, none of them good. Enough said.