I had a tremendously productive weekend! I completed the appliqué on all my star blocks, and completed all the prep and appliqué on my basket handles. This would be for the Collection for a Cause Stars and Baskets quilt I am working on. I have started sewing the basket blocks, and for the most part they have been successfully trimmed down to 10 1/2 inches square.
Except for one contrary little guy, which insists on being wonky, and is in grave danger of being taken apart and re-made. It just will not cooperate, and I can't figure out where I went wrong. There are a lot of bias edges in these basket blocks, so the potential for wonkiness is definitely there.
Another task that had me occupied for a number of hours yesterday was cleaning my house. I worked on it for a couple of hours and got the downstairs done except for the bathrooms. Today I need to tackle the upstairs and the bathrooms. I am exhausted and not even half way done.
I have a cleaning lady, or to be more accurate, until recently, I had a cleaning lady. She is such an attractive, gracious, pizzazzy woman. I just loved it when she came to clean. We would visit and catch up on the doings of her kids and mine, vacation plans etc etc. I have become very attached to her and think of her as a friend, as well as being so grateful that every two weeks she makes my house shine. In early March, she told me she was having a mammogram. It was the same week I was having my colonoscopy, and we commiserated on the unpleasantness of both those procedures. Well, the next I heard, the results of her mammogram were not good. She took a week or so off to schedule medical appointments and so on, and then told me her doctor had advised her not to work for a month. I have texted her a couple of times because I am thinking of her and hoping she is doing all right. Not to pry, and certainly not to find out when the heck she will be coming back to clean my house.
It is such a dilemma. I want her to know I care, but am afraid when I ask how she is doing, she is thinking I am frustrated that my house isn't getting cleaned. She has responded to me when I have contacted her, but is full of apologies and seems stressed that she is letting me down. How would you handle such a situation? I want to respect her privacy, yet show her I care. My instincts tell me to stay in contact with her, just by sending supportive good wishes.
I sure appreciate how great she keeps my house, now that I have had to do the cleaning job myself!