Covid Quotidian Update 82.5.xi.b

We’re living in a time when time has converged with space, especially for older people who are mostly staying home and/or apart. We have different time than we had before C-19. I’d say we have more time, but that isn’t quite true. The virus has changed time. I’m about to drive to the big city for groceries, a task that once took 2 hours and involved pushing a cart around a store. I never liked that much and now I don’t do it. I drive to the store, I get my stuff, I leave. There are thousands of changes like this to our “time.”

Quotidian reality seems to get weirder and weirder and, as a friend said last night in a text:

She’s been making beautiful masks but got tired of it and started drawing. And I agree with her. We have at least six more months to go. Her drawing is really lovely and I hope she keeps at it.

Someone should do a study on what people, especially older people who are more-or-less staying home, started doing — or trying to do — in this historic interval.

My sewing hopes were dashed yesterday when I realized that the problem I’m having is not me, but with my tool — specifically that sewing machine. After an HOUR of total frustration trying to sew seam binding on a hem, trying to keep the needle threaded, trying to use zig-zag (fuck that), I gave up. I’d have put the damned thing out by the mailbox with a free sign if it hadn’t been going to rain.

Before I gave up I went online to see what other people had to say, just to affirm it wasn’t me and, maybe, to get some advice. Turned out that everything I’ve experienced since I got that bitch isn’t just me. Many people liked it, but others, particularly those who were just hoping to have a simple-to-use machine and were experienced at sewing were very unhappy with it, complaining that it didn’t stay threaded, that the bobbin was unnecessarily complicated, that it jammed on zig-zag, and that the tension was nearly impossible to set correctly for upper and lower threads. Everything I’d been dealing with. Most of the positive were “I just got it and I love it!” I named mine “Mom” since no matter what I do, it’s not happy. I may use it to finish the two projects I have hanging fire, but…

I don’t even want to give it to anyone I know because I like all the people I know. It would just be wrong. My guess is that there are some of these out there that are well made and work right and others that are crap. But now I understand why the woman I bought mine from was standing outside in the snow on a 10 degree day waiting for me the day I bought it. I thought it was the $50 but now I think it was that she wanted this demon out of her house.

“I bought one I like better,” she said, and handed it to me.

I still want a sewing machine, but looking at new ones online, I don’t see anything I remotely want to touch. I wish I’d kept mine when I moved, but…

I am thinking of stopping writing my blog every day, even though I want to support the RagTag Daily Prompt. I really have absolutely nothing whatsoever to say. 😦 You probably realized that before I did…

Meanwhile, here’s something fun to read. You will laugh.

Dear Diary:

31 thoughts on “Covid Quotidian Update 82.5.xi.b

  1. First of all: I love that you named your sewing machine from hell Mom. That is truly inspired. Second: that diary post is hysterical. Thanks for sharing. See…you did have something to say 🙂

  2. Please keep writing. The act of doing it helps you (I hope), and the result helps your community (us).

  3. Don’t ever stop Martha. Please. It’s just like a “Mom” to add salt to injury. I can barely sew buttons anymore. I feel like I’m sometimes choking; slipping down through quicksand. It’s a grief I’ve come to accept to wear. As I long for “home” I’ve made some decisions~HUGE ones. I had a major disappointment last week, the failure of possibly owning a “tiny” home. Setback after setback. But my life is too stagnant, even in my 35 ft. home on wheels. Campground life is crazy right now. But I understand the need for people to escape in their aluminum boxes on wheels. Today, after a hell-like forced hike in the woods I found your writing. I’d like to interview several “stay- at -homers” about “pre” and “mid” C-19 life. Will there be a “post” eventually? Everything’s simply weird. But alas I always lean on faith for something better. And the humor, stories, and wisdom I gain from this little family I have on WP. You’re a very special guest at my table. You have a lot to say~I have a lot to learn! Hugs and love from Finn and I 🐶💚🤗 ps~Your post made me laugh out loud.

  4. You always have something to say! And I wish I was in the same boat as others who are finding new and interesting ways to spend the pandemic. As an instructional designer in eLearning at a college going almost fully online for the fall, I am NOT looking forward to going back to work (meaning my home office) in a week and a half.

    • Yikes! One thing I’m grateful for is that phase of my life is over. I loved it f r a long time, loved teaching online classes, all of it was great for 32 years then BAM! I was over it. 😀 My heart goes out to you. ❤

  5. I think you under-estimate the pleasure you, Bear, and Teddy bring your fellow bloggers and their dogs! Ophelia is always anxious to know what Martha and her buddies are up to…oh and me too! You need to find a sewing machine to call Aunty!

  6. I still use my Bernina sewing machine that I bought about 30 years ago when I started sewing evenings with a group of ladies. We had a very good lady that kept us on the right path and we made a lot of friends in the group. I would then sew all my own clothes and the kid’s trousers for school. I once even made myself a cashmere dark blue coat. Today I only sew for a repair job, but the machine is still working as it always did. I had it revised once, and it is still working fine. It is a Swiss manufacture and does everything perfectly from button holes to zigzag.

  7. I wish I could write like you Martha. Your descriptions of the big empty and Bear and Teddy’s exploration help to keep me feeling OK. I’m getting to be borderline agoraphobic with life living here in a city. Don’t stop, maybe write once every couple of days, but don’t stop. Please.

    • If the people who read my blog get something from it, I won’t. I was just afraid it was getting repetitive and boring but in these times, maybe that’s not bad.

  8. I just started following you,so you can’t stop now! Actually, you need to do what is right for YOU and YOU alone … just know that my WP life will be forever altered! In all seriousness though, thank you for your posts, and I enjoyed the Dear Diary link in this latest post about the challenges with your sewing machine. Thank you.

    • I realized today (thanks to one of my readers) that it’s the stories and their comparative predictability that people probably need right now. ❤ Thank you for following me!

  9. I am always looking forward to your response to my Ragtag prompt Martha and an insight into life on the other side of the world. I did laugh at your dilemma sorry. Thanks for joining in 😀😀

  10. Perhaps that machine just needs a tune up??? Anyway it seems that I enjoy your daily posts even when you don’t have tons of things happening. It is like passing a friend at 6′ apart and waving and smiling. It lets me know you are persisting…

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