So, there was going to be a new piece posted this afternoon. But since you do not see a photo here, you may safely assume it was not completed.
Working from home has its perks and its pains. When a phone call is received from the school nurse, it is I that stops everything and rushes to school.
Today my daughter's school nurse called about 1:30. She reported that my daughter had a headache and a fever of 106. Good God! I stopped my sewing, quickly shut down my studio and attempted to phone a nurse at the pediatrician's office to see if I should bring her in. After being put on hold for 10 minutes I hung up and phoned my hubby to make the call while I went to pick up my daughter. I was to call him when I reached the school and by then he would know whether to take her to the doctor or the emergency room.
When I got to the school, I told the nurse she had never had a temperature anywhere near one hundred AND six degrees. She told me it was probably not an emergency. I responded by saying that I thought that a fever of one hundred AND six would be an emergency. I recall making another statement about her fever of one hundred AND six degrees. We then rushed out. The school secretary ran after us saying that my husband had called and had been transferred to the school nurse. We went back in the room and the nurse was telling my husband that her temperature was one hundred POINT six. She then showed me what she had written down earlier. Didn't she hear me say one hundred AND six at least three times? She had never corrected me.
Needless to say, my daughter is at home, playing games and watching television and quite happy. Jeez. What a scare.
So my newest piece is still sitting in the sewing machine, needle down, awaiting my return. That won't be tomorrow since it was "suggested" my daughter stay home tomorrow because of her fever of one hundred POINT six.
So, we've worked a puzzle, discussed homework, and had bathtime. She has played horses, read a book and watched television. My little piece will sit in the machine until Thursday. This is not easy for me. It is so hard to just STOP. It is kind of like being gagged and bound. Stuck in an elevator. Locked in a box.
On the other hand. I have a sweet daughter that does NOT have a fever of one hundred AND six.
You'll just have to wait a bit longer to see "I Can See Russia from My House."