For those who have been wondering how Bop got on last night- the Big Release was paused as it rained heavily here late afternoon and Owlets don't do well in rain. It can flood their downy feathers which don't dry easily and leave them cold and damp. It also keeps the wood mice and voles that are their preferred diet safely tucked up indoors. Altogether, this would not have been the start we all want for him, so we've postponed his release until Weds or Thurs.
In the meantime, I have been busy making things at sewing club. I mastered zips today. This was complicated by the addition of a lining which took me ages to get my head round, as you have to sew the zip in four separate times and then turn the resulting double bags inside out (!) but the end result was good so I was chuffed. Me feels more Christmas presents being sorted, eh?.....
I also made a duffel bag out of some of the wolf print fabric I got for L. My plan had been to sew it into a quilt for him, but it bears the rather alarming legend: not for use in children's night wear on its raw edges, and having held it over the gas hob to test it and found it went up like a bloody inferno in seconds, I swiftly decided to follow the instruction.
Anyhoo, the duffel bag will do for overnight clothes when we go on hols this summer. It's Another First for me in terms of sewing. My excellent sewing teacher showed me how to put it all together so all the raw edges are hidden neatly away. I got some calico cheap from ebay and used it to line the bag and give it extra strength. All in all I'm pleased with the way it turned out. It's now hidden away until his birthday next month :o)
Finally, I've been baking (and eating the results, but I'm also back to running so I figure that's OK :o) ).
I always find myself baking more when illness comes close to us. As if the creation of good, life-affirming food is a magic spell that weaves health about us and banishes illness. Like a talisman, Standing Guard.
One of my relations is very poorly. She has been for a while, but now her eyesight is failing as a result of the illness, or the operation, or the treatment, or a mixture of all three, and she is feeling very low as a result. So I'm going to brave my dislike of cities and crowds of people, get the train and go up to London to see her.
She's someone I have been very close to all my life, a person who lit up my childhood, largely by giving me thoroughly inappropriate presents such as fluorescent pink hairsprays and glitter to go all over my face. Even now when she's so unwell and her texts and emails contain sad news about her illness, it is delivered bound up in her typically irreverent sense of humour and her joy in simple things.
In addition to this, the mother of a dear friend of mine is also very, very unwell. You end up feeling quite helpless to do anything but listen, and you wish for a magic wand. I've been through this lots of times over the years with family, with patients and with friends, but it never gets any easier.
Sorry to end on a sad note. I have been thinking though how little Bop is a shining light amid all of this. A new life, saved when it was threatened, and now ready to go Home to The Wild. It's a place we all return to, eventually.
Wishing you all a peaceful evening,