I am not a writer. It would be super to be one. I am a visual person, but I do a blog to document my process and thoughts, although difficult to keep up. Instagram is like croutons.
After months, I am incredibly weary of all the covid stuff. I get it, it is dangerous, but seriously, life needs to be lived. I think we can think hard among us and figure a way to navigate safely and sanely. We have asked the grocery store workers, the pharmacies, and hospitals to do their jobs and they have done a superb job. We need to do what we do best.
I discovered Marguerita McManus' site, Quilters Calendar that connects, enables, and teaches how to use Zoom and other methods for quilters and guilds to connect, grow, share and all that good stuff I love. I attended a meeting she scheduled to learn what guilds are doing. She is going to teach some technical ways to use video and tech equipment for programs on Tuesday.
After viewing, I contacted officers/program people from my guild and shared 4 pages of notes with them. We started making some plans and will start to move ahead and try things to bring our guild together. One of my dearest friends, Jan, called me after the Zoom meeting and we chatted for an hour about ideas and we were so excited to do something positive and not fear-driven.
The next day, I got a call and received the stunning news that Jan had suffered a heart attack shortly after and died. No words to describe the loss and shock. No one knew I was going to have a heart attack two years ago either. Women have very unusual but deadly heart attacks. I know I was one of the few survivors.
Below is a photo of Jan (back to camera) taken at our quilt show in October 2019 when she was in front of her Polaroid quilt that we made for her. She had not read the label yet realizing it was for her. I don't have the picture where she was all out crying when she knew it was hers. She repeatedly called me and thanked me for designing and quilting it for her over all these months. What a gift Jan was to all who knew her. I mourn the loss of her.