Thursday was a driving day again here in the heartland. I took my youngest brother Kevin to the regional Social Security office - where the computers for scheduling appointments were not working so we did it the old fashioned way ... by arrival time. We sat there for about an hour or so before seeing an agent and solving our difficulty with good speed.
Because I was feeling fabric anxiety, I drove to the Old Town Fabric shop in Chillicothe on the way home. I managed to find a number of fat quarters that I liked (easy work:) - I was surprised that regular fat quarters cost $3 but batik fabric fat quarters cost $3.25 ... I don't remember batiks being that expensive (but things change quickly in the fabric industry:). One thing I discovered yet again is how much I like what the modern quilters call 'low volume prints' - prints whose print texture has very little difference in value between background and foreground colors. I found four gentle background fq's to go with the colors. I'll try to take photos later to share (you'll hear in a minute why I have not take them yet).
When we got home on Thursday evening (was that last night?), I sat for about two hours and made three heart blocks to send to volunteers in my modern guild who are making donation quilts for the survivors and families of people who were killed in Orlando at the Pulse shooting. My heart aches so for those folks ... seems like making blocks is the least I can do to help them. There is a photo above of my blocks - a red, blue and purple heart - they are 10" square and feel HUGE after all the 6" blocks I've been making for months. :)
Today I got up early (well, 8:30 a.m., early for me:) and took my brother Jeffrey to an appointment with his cardiologist in Lancaster again (2 hour drive north of here). When they listened to his lungs, there was a lot of fluid sound and the doctor insisted on putting Jeff in the hospital to take care of it. My brother is not fond of doctors or of being poked and prodded ... but even he could see the sense of trying to get well. I stayed with him until about 7 p.m. before I drove home to be with my youngest brother, Kevin, on the farm.
Kevin is pretty upset about the hospital ... so I think I will take him tomorrow to see Jeff for himself. I am telling Kevin that Jeff will be OK, I'm pretty sure, and we might even be able to find out and deal with his edema issues. I have my fingers crossed. More news later.