The making of a canadian quilt
Have you ever seen the movie “The Making of an American Quilt”? I’m not 100% sure of the title, but I love that movie. My favourite part is when a woman, in anger, throws dishes at her boyfriend or husband (I forget which). My reaction to this scene, being fond of creating mosaic doodads, was “What a waste. I could make some beautiful pieces with all those broken treasures.” I have trouble allowing anything to go to waste. The next scene finds the woman who threw the plates artistically attaching the fragments to her wall.
All day long, the image of a quilt in relation to the blog has been passing through my mind. Each square is designed and sewn together by a persons with at least one thing in common; an interest in Gilly’s welfare, and that of his family. We are connected to family and friends and they to us, and oftentimes they become connected to one another. The reciprocal nature of the experience is astounding. I send out information (checked over by the main character first) and so many send us feedback. Readers are able to meet one another and begin conversations on the same page, I am told. They feel up to date and a part of our lives. Knowing this makes the effort worthwhile on so many levels. The everexpanding quilt keeps us warm and protected.
We went to see Dr. Wise today. Gilly explained that his eyesight changes throughout the day, but for the most part, he finds his vision deteriorating. Dr. Wise explained that many variables may affect how one functions neurologically (time of day, lighting, hormonal shifts, season…etc.). For Gilly, of course, it is rather disconcerting; he has periods during which his eyesight is really very poor, especially close-up.
After a thorough examination, Gilly left the office with yet another prescription. His original glasses are totally useless, and he now requires a prism for the other eye as well. Dr. Wise suggested having the prisms set permanently into the lens at this point (I believe he used the term ‘to grind them into the lens’). Gilly adamantly disagreed with the plan, which took me aback. Dr. Wise understood, and voiced that Gilly is a positive thinker. He believes that if they are not permanently attached, he may not need them one day.
I asked if this could be true. “Who knows?” was the reply. He made it clear to us that although the treatment is not being touted as curative, it may in fact reduce the swelling that tends to surround this type of tumour, and in doing so, may relieve the symptoms related to eyesight. Perhaps this information had been provided before, but it was made crystal clear for us today.
We’re on a weird schedule today. Gilly is enjoying his afternoon nap (it is 7:23 P.M. – the blog time is off, by the way, folks). He got off to a late start, so I’m allowing him his rest.
I realized a few moments ago that I left potatoes boiling on the stove for a LONG time. I left the blog on hold and went to mash them (yummy, my favourite, and Noam’s too; new twist this time, Noam. Wait ‘til you taste them!). Gilly heard me and awoke, asking, “When are we eating?” I answered, “Whenever you’re ready to start the Bar-B-Q. So good night all. I’ll be having my nap right after dinner.
Thursdays are the best. We are together all day long!!!!
All day long, the image of a quilt in relation to the blog has been passing through my mind. Each square is designed and sewn together by a persons with at least one thing in common; an interest in Gilly’s welfare, and that of his family. We are connected to family and friends and they to us, and oftentimes they become connected to one another. The reciprocal nature of the experience is astounding. I send out information (checked over by the main character first) and so many send us feedback. Readers are able to meet one another and begin conversations on the same page, I am told. They feel up to date and a part of our lives. Knowing this makes the effort worthwhile on so many levels. The everexpanding quilt keeps us warm and protected.
We went to see Dr. Wise today. Gilly explained that his eyesight changes throughout the day, but for the most part, he finds his vision deteriorating. Dr. Wise explained that many variables may affect how one functions neurologically (time of day, lighting, hormonal shifts, season…etc.). For Gilly, of course, it is rather disconcerting; he has periods during which his eyesight is really very poor, especially close-up.
After a thorough examination, Gilly left the office with yet another prescription. His original glasses are totally useless, and he now requires a prism for the other eye as well. Dr. Wise suggested having the prisms set permanently into the lens at this point (I believe he used the term ‘to grind them into the lens’). Gilly adamantly disagreed with the plan, which took me aback. Dr. Wise understood, and voiced that Gilly is a positive thinker. He believes that if they are not permanently attached, he may not need them one day.
I asked if this could be true. “Who knows?” was the reply. He made it clear to us that although the treatment is not being touted as curative, it may in fact reduce the swelling that tends to surround this type of tumour, and in doing so, may relieve the symptoms related to eyesight. Perhaps this information had been provided before, but it was made crystal clear for us today.
We’re on a weird schedule today. Gilly is enjoying his afternoon nap (it is 7:23 P.M. – the blog time is off, by the way, folks). He got off to a late start, so I’m allowing him his rest.
I realized a few moments ago that I left potatoes boiling on the stove for a LONG time. I left the blog on hold and went to mash them (yummy, my favourite, and Noam’s too; new twist this time, Noam. Wait ‘til you taste them!). Gilly heard me and awoke, asking, “When are we eating?” I answered, “Whenever you’re ready to start the Bar-B-Q. So good night all. I’ll be having my nap right after dinner.
Thursdays are the best. We are together all day long!!!!
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