Damn.

Nathan is downstairs sleeping on my couch. DAMN. I can't leave 'til he does... he might see me and that would be bad. He left a hoodie here a few weeks ago and I claimed it. I wear it for comfort trips: grocery, riding to the gym, quick jaunts to wherever. Nick said, "Mom, Nathan's gonna want that back sometime..." I was like, "Nick, not if we don't tell him it's here."

Nick: Mom he knows it's here.
Me: Well did he ask for it back?
Nick: Not yet.
Me: Well when he does tell him to forget it. I claim squatter's rights.
Nick: You can't do that.
Me: I just did.

I'm killing time 'til he leaves and then Lea and I are going to the fabric store. What a funny plan ~ I never woulda thought I'd spend Sunday morning at a fabric store. Sewing is really fun though. My sister and mom both sewed. The only thing I asked for from my grandmother's houses after they died were their sewing boxes and I didn't even sew then. I just liked looking through them and touching everything. They are magical boxes, they really are. I see my kids doing the same thing to mine now ~ just touching the threads ~ all the colors, the variety of needles and the little tools: Seam ripper, measuring tape, gauge, rotary cutters, different size scissors...

We are going to make pillows today for Lea's stuffed animals and I'm going to start cutting fabric for my sisters' aprons. Oh another thing I did get from my grandmother's room after Cecil died was one of her aprons ~ I wanted me and my sisters to have ones similar to it so I'm going to make them... I guess, for Christmas. Shoot, now that I think about it, I took a lot more than that apron and her sewing box. She had a desk there that was chock fulla crap.

O.k. see, after she died, Cecil just closed her bedroom door and no one was allowed to move or change anything. So when they opened it up to go through things after he died a few years ago it was a time capsule from 1971.

Damn. It's time to rock. I have a window of opportunity to leave....