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Sunday, February 7, 2021

Below zero and holding single digitas

 At 7:30 AM three thermometers showed -25 degrees, the house thermostat with outside sensor, atomic clock, and the old vintage one on the back deck outside the kitchen window.  I do  not ever recall it being this cold, so began Day 2 of another day I will not leave the house.  I kept busy watched 3 masses on tv first, doing this and that and reminding me that I can be grateful for a warm comfy house and not having to go out anywhere.  Others are not so blessed.  We are to give thanks for everything so there it was.  I had some lemons to use and have had a craving for custard lately after eating a wonderful dessert a friend brought to me. So I entertained myself by making  a small recipe of lemon custard, the one I'd use for pie filling.  

While I stirred it constantly as required to bring to a boil, lest it scorch I wondered why custards only use the yolks of the eggs.  I shared that on FB and a few responded that the yolks thicken and the whites  are too watery.    

But I still wondered if the amount of liquid could not be reduced to compensate for the whites and why the whites could not simply be whisked into the egg yolks and used.  My stirring stirred my curiosity.  So I have unanswered questions. the next time I make custard I will experiment for myself.  Meantime today I made a whites only egg omelet in a cup, microwaved to use up the eg whites.  And 3 tangy lemon custard servings await for later.  All o keep myself from going completely stir crazy confined here with just myself  

I miss Jerry,  I know I always will and I know this is all taking lots of getting used to.  Yesterday I wrote a long letter to a friend who just lost her husband too.  But she despite family, adult children, with her is feeling more despondent and cries.  Maybe there is something wrong with me but I have had no real crying jags.  I suppose it is because I took care of him for so long and knew he was truly suffering, miserable at the end and did not want to be that way.  My priest says it is because I have such deep faith and know what lies Beyond.  I know he is not coming back and I will never replace him.  I miss the presence of being with someone else in the house even if we were doing other things.  I miss his hugs.  I miss cooking something and having his comments, mostly of appreciation.  There is ever so much missed yet I pause and remember.  

I keep busy,  last week the living room chairs and a small stool were picked up to be reupholstered. They were burgundy and one got a bit shabby from Jerry sitting in it a lot as he was confined to the living room, first floor and as his world shrunk in size moving between his hospital bed and the chair.  Since they match I chose to have both recovered at the same time.  Thankfully Deb, the gal who does this is still working, not yet retired. She has done other pieces for me.  Another year+ to go, for her, whew.  Otherwise I would have been without a resource.  Burgundy fabric is no longer a fashionable color so the re-upholsterer advised me to get that idea out of my head.  I wanted something different anyway,  time to change.  

My first thought was a sage green to go with the floral print of the sofa.  I did not want blue because I have lots of blue elsewhere including downstairs and green appealed.  But as I perused the many swatch books for a couple days I could not find a sage fabric that was suited.  The one I first chose  began to look too drab after I observed it in the different lighting and at different  times of day against the cream carpeting and cream draperies.  I did not want a tweed which seems to be   very popular now but neither did I want just a solid color. 


The burgundy chairs have a tone on tone sort of pattern that appears solid but is evident closer up.  So back to looking and finally I was down to 2 different choice's, at least that is what  I thought.   


Both fabrics by Barrow, the same manufacturer, both with exact same specifications, both the same color "kelp", but with different names.  One was Nut Island  the other Ripple.  Deb laughed when I called her with my selection and dilemma.  She was familiar with the manufacturers doing this, identical with different names in different swatch books.   Hardly ever noticed by customers but since I had two.  Apparently this was the right one for me I felt because I had picked it out twice.  When I  looked at both together I had to laugh.  What are the odds?  I am not sure which she ordered but that is my selection,  Kelp not sage with a dot of yellow and blue to break up the solid.   

The little footstool made in the  1970's in PA by my late Uncle John went too.  It did not need to be recovered but I figured why not,  did not need another pattern in the living room and since I will keep that small stool here for use  while sitting in one of the chairs, might as well match it too.   Jerry used it more toward the end instead of the larger hassock from the bedroom recliner.  This little stool is just right for me to put my feet up when sitting in the chairs.  Funny how it had the same shade of green I chose to recover and there is a gold to this tapestry too.  I have two other of these downstairs that Uncle John did with his friend who did woodworking.  The old tapestry is still in tremendous shape.  The other two are different and one matches the seat of another wooden chair recovered,  more of a predominant red, fabric.  So that was a project that kept my focus for a week. 

Now the living room looks empty without the chairs but it will not be long until she returns them.  Fortunately for me she is doing mine now ahead of another big job she expects that will keep her busy through May.  I was in no rush, but it will be fine to have this done and over with.  For now it is just me here and I retreat downstairs to watch tv at night once again.  And if I do sit in the living room the sofa works fine.  Should anyone stop by and want to sit in the living room I can drag dining room chairs in for them.  I will get by just as I have been.