He likes to talk to me. Not when I have time for a conversation, but when I am in the middle of something else. Like when I am in another room... with noise from other things going on... like water running, or the dishwasher working, or washing machine spinning... or the TV is on... or... well, you get the picture. Then he gets mad when I don't respond because I didn't hear him or I have to go to him and ask him what he said because I can hear that he is talking but not what he is saying. GGRRR.
Or, he wants me to do things for him that he can do himself. I just brought me his laundry. Piled it all on the floor by the basement stairs. I went to his room and got his lovely laundry basket that is on wheels so it easier for him to push/pull and told him to put his clothes in that. I would have him to his own laundry but our washer and dryer are in the basement and his wheelchair doesn't do stairs.
Or, he expects me to drop whatever I am doing, not matter what, and take care of whatever he wants or needs at that moment. And, he isn't shy about letting me know that he is unhappy about it if I don't.
On a more positive note this is what I have been doing lately.
I have added the piping to the blocks for In a Pickle.
I have been hand quilting this lovely old top. A friend and co-worker asked me - well, I volunteered - to quilt it. It was made by her grandmother.
Made a paracord wrist band for my son. This is the Shark Jaw pattern.
Working on a baby boy quilt that I planned to give to a new great-nephew arriving in October. But... my husband and son don't like it much. I am going to finish it anyway and maybe enter it in the county fair next year.
And, speaking of the fair, I entered 2 quilts and a knitted infinity scarf.
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| 2nd Place |
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| 1st Place |
and a 1st with the scarf.
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