with old tablecloths? Linen that needs pressed, one little coffee stain, patterns no one wants? I got rid of mom's because of the stains that would not come out, now my brother is throwing more at me. Beautiful fabric, but who wants these old style that appear to be linen and wrinkle like heck?
This all over pattern is so pretty and I believe it's linen, just like the huge hemstitched off white and gold one. It would take forever to search for small stains in natural light and I don't have the time, nor do I care. Some are cotton, maybe a blend, but you can't offer them unless you're sure there isn't a stain yet throwing them out is unacceptable. Maybe I'll cut them up and add the pieces to a ridiculous mountain of other saved fabric I have no intention of using. Drives me nuts.
Anyway, this afternoon we will hopefully have more information on treatment, if any, to help Carole. She just can't breathe, walk very far, and diuretics are not removing enough fluid. The only good thing is the lungs are clear. From what the cardio said, I don't think there is much they can do and the drastic surgery that this doc is insisting on, will not address her difficulties. So. Whether they decide on the surgery, treatment, hospitalization, I will be tied up. Her food, house, decorating, shopping, everything. She just can't do a thing. Which brings me to a dilemma. I have not heard from Dawn. I can't wait because I may not even be on the computer for a time and want to take care of this. The other time I thought a winner did not contact me, I offered it to another and the first winner also claimed it so I ended up with two. The mistake she made was replying to the email post she received from Blogger. If you receive posts through your email, you cannot reply. It goes no where. So Dawn, if that's what you did, please use the email link at the top right to contact me.
I carried mom's wheelchair down from the attic, lifted it in and out of the car a dozen times for several appointments Monday, will do it again today. So just like bending over a hundred times while raking leaves doesn't take a pound off, neither does weightlifting. I'm still a growing girl. Damn. It's also not easy to push her weight up a sloped parking lot, over a rubber covered threshold, through manual double doors that automatically close but not open, and then hold to prevent a runaway chair down the parking lot hill. We had a good laugh. This is a transport chair with small wheels, not easy like the big boys and although they are offered inside, she needs it from her home to the car and before we enter the buildings.
Take care - enjoy your day.
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