#63 - WHAT TO DO?

What.to.do?

That's a phrase that the eldest son uses (in his Hindian accent that is). And so many of us have this fascination and wonderful memory of his utilizing that phraseology so frequently, the lyrical quality of his vocal inflection and the smile he get when he says it.  ("Yes, well, what to do? "was the end of a long involved story so often during his visits). But it's timely about a lot of things.


What to do now when I haven't done this is in oh, so long?

Can't hardly believe it's been (ok, waaaaaaaay too long) almost 2-1/2 months since I barely typed anything.  I'm so envious of those who can just sit down at a blank page and let it all come pouring out.  There are times I can find myself in those shoes (like now), though the shoes are a bit muddy and wet from a quick garden jaunt between storms.


What to DO? or more correctly, what will HE do?

Ah yes, that's the ticket.  That's what I'm wondering about the youngest.  What will he do?  How will that change him and me and the family dynamic?  Speaking of dynamics, the lovely and talented dear friend who left her heart in San Francisco and up-ended her self and husband and moved to the land of the Car-nay-gi's has just become a Bubbe.  Mazel Tov to the whole family.


What to do?  Why make a baby quilt of course.

I stopped by the fabric store to get the wonderful warm quilt filler (all natural wool of course) that I've used for all the baby quilts I've made.  Following the original Vault Goddess in that respect (who I guess was following the queen mother of the original Vault Goddess as well), I learned the technique from her and continue on that tradition, along with bits and pieces of one of the original quilts made for my youngest, with fabric purchased during her sojourn to Japan.  I think of the Vault Goddess every time I see those fabrics, and imagine the queen mother AND Vault Goddess guiding my hands as I cut, pin, stitch and create yet another gift of wonder for a new addition to the planet.



(What) TO DO - or NOT to do - that is the question.

Oh, life does beat its petty pace from day to day, but the days compress as time goes on, that's for sure. How much money is enough?  Could I just quit my job and begin to live the way I want to?  Not in the US without health insurance, that's for sure.  Truly, it's why I'm still working.  I envy my betrothed, who will be "retiring" in 7 short months.  Wow. I wonder what he will DO to fill the days, while I continue to provide the health insurance (and a few other things), but schlep to work 5 out of every 7.

And what will I do then? It's never too late to begin AGAIN, is it?

Hopefully, I'll figure out what I want to BE when I grow up - sometime soon.

And then I can JUST DO IT!