As a part of our previous stimulus package spending we purchased new furniture for the living area of our condo minimum. (smiley face) The three pieces of furniture do not come with extra material to cover the armrests. My clever wife with Parkinson’s decided that there was no problem with that and she set off with a neighbor to the fabric store to purchase some suitable material to manufacture armrest covers.
Two of the chairs do not have arm rests that have a distinctive right and left shape. Those are easy peasy. The third seating area which is a small sofa has an ionic volute curve shape to the arms. Her arm covers have a right and a left shape to them.
The engineer in me leaped into the breach to explain how to make a pattern and plan to sew a right and a left. The Parkinson’s patient listened diligently but did not understand. Several efforts have produced two lefts, then two rights. two weeks later and listening to conversation between her and our niece who cleans for us, she is on the road to making a left which is finished and a right which she is working on.
She has started this several times before and somewhere in the project right became left. This time I will try to be unobtrusive and get to the sewing machine before right becomes left.
Parkinson’s requires gentle unobtrusiveness but it still sucks. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
I often find a song or melody that intrigues me at that moment. Kroger has been playing “Low” in some of their commercial advertisements lately here in Cincinnati.
Before that ad I had not heard the song before. It is a rap song. I have very few rap songs in my list of songs that I like. I do not have the same experience that many rap artists have, so, many of the popular songs with spontaneous rhyme and rhythmic lyrics do not connect with my old brain. “Low” does for some reason.
I told Alexa to play rap music. It selected a Hip Hop station that “you might like”. Perhaps I will listen later longer. Rap lyrics remind me of beat poetry. Recently Lawrence Ferlinghetti died. For some reason, in my younger years, his style of poetry interested me. I had his book of poetry – “A Coney Island of the Mind”. I have not seen it for years.
I vaguely recall that I had lent it to someone long in the past. Today I scrambled around to find a copy of a book of poetry that has probably been out of print for maybe sixty years. Amazon is a wonderful thing no matter what Donald Trump thinks.
I switched Alexa from Hip Hop to disco. “Staying Alive” is playing right now.
What do I do to pick myself up? Usually several things at once. Music certainly helps pick me up.
Music is very personal. Long ago I worked for a private company. One of the partners read a book somewhere that convinced him that music played over the PA system would lighten the mood and make everyone happy in their jobs. What a load of crap that book was. The music selected was what ever the office was using as hold music. MUZAK was a special broadcast on a side band of one of the local FM stations. It was perpetual elevator music. It was excruciating to rock fans like me. Christmas holidays brought a five hour loop tape of Christmas carols and other crap over the office PA system. On the second rendition of Mitch Miller’s jingle bells it was time to go home. Some were up-sot!
“Toes” is playing now. I told Alexa to play — life is good today. I need to get my toes in the water and my ass in the sand as soon as I can, pandemonium or not.
An update to the story — The bottom line of the puzzle has appeared out of the sorting process.
She has decided that she will work puzzles as a hobby and diversion. I bought her a 500 piece puzzle to do. To tell the tale properly I have to go back about two years. We were Christmas shopping for the grand kids. We had passed by some puzzles in Barnes & Noble. She remarked that there was a woman at Bridgeway Point a local assisted living facility where her mom had been living until she passed away the previous year. And that she would like to get one to try it. She thought it might be fun to do.
We bought a 500 piece puzzle with a busy image of cars and buildings and dark sky with stars. We brought it home and it sat in the corner where Santa stores stuff for wrapping. After Santa wrapped the presents for the grand kids the puzzle box remained there for two more years until this past covid infested January. The puzzle discussion came back. I knew exactly where it was because Santa had not moved it in two years of wrapping.
Oh good! There it is! Where can I do it? I remarked that she could do it on the dining room table. I did not think anyone would disturb it. Only we live here.
What if Zachary comes over? Well, I do not know.
Your cousin John had a special table to put his puzzles on. It folds up when he wants to put them away. I said I would look into it. Then I bought a special mat to puzzle on. It arrived about a week and a half ago. This is a slow motion activity. One day this past week I blew up the balloon that it rolls around while watching the birds attack the snow covered feeder.
It is useful and has outlines of various puzzle sizes. Never mind that her puzzle is 20 inches by 20 inches when complete and it does not have that size printed on it.
As she stared at the rectangles printed onto the mat we had long animated discussions about how to do it. She wanted to find the center most piece and build outward. I suggested that that would work but it will be easier to find the edge and corner pieces and work in but it was up to her. Whatever she thought was best for her to do, I said.
She has decided to initially separate the pieces into groups of her own design. Edge pieces in one pile, Red here in this pile, yellow in this pile and on. I need some plastic bowls with lids that fit. I tried to purge the kitchen cabinet of the leftover bowls that went through the dishwasher one to many times and were warped by the heat.
These are okay but the lids do not fit. I need the lids to fit.
The mat is supposed to roll everything up I said. Yes, she said but I need some bowls with lids that fit until I roll the mat up. I am in the midst of hunting on Amazon for bowls with lids that fit. Looks like I can get these preloaded with cookies. That would be a real bonus.
It is interesting how a parkie mind works or doesn’t work. I am still waiting to see how the puzzle gets started.
So far we have two bowls, a box and a zip lock bag. The mat is rolled up nicely by itself.