As some of you may have surmised by my previous post, I lost Roger, aka No. 38, my beloved companion of 15 years on Aug. 2nd. He peacefully passed away in his sleep. While it was a good passing for him, it left the rest of us in shock. My brain and body is like the lint trap in the dryer. Everything is a bit fuzzy but I'm still able to reasonably function. And at times I feel like I'm going to spontaneously combust. My family and friends are remarkable. They are here for me as well as the neighbors and for that matter, the community. Our town is small and since Rog lived here all his 75 years..well, you can imagine the outpouring of sympathy.
I am okay. Everyday is a bit better. Minnie and I are working on establishing a new normal. There is work ahead as many of you know.
Yesterday I did some sewing. Next week I have commitments to the county fair and the quilt club. And all of you will keep me on task. I've been reading your blogs and projects are starting to take form so you can see that some of that lint is beginning to dissolve.
Thank you for listening. I'll be back soon.