Well I finally made it home on Saturday. Glad I left when I did or the snowstorm that hit Amarillo would have sidelined me for another few days. I left Friday morning and got about 8 hours down the road when I had a belt break on the car. I was about 10 miles outside of the nearest town, and luckily it was the belt for the alternator and I was able to make it into town on the battery power. I got in at 715 and found an OReilly. As the guy came out to help me figure out what I needed we noticed that steel threads on my front tires were showing all the way around the edge. I hadn't thought to check the tires because they were practically new, with only about 2000 miles on them. Apparently when my brother had a seizure when driving and ran up into someone's yard, he bent something and the alignment was all jacked up. All the tire places were closed so I had to get a hotel room for the night so I could get tires and I could get a mechanic to put the belt on. I finally got on the road again and made it home around lunchtime Saturday.
I got the Pfaff treadle home with me, and now I'm looking for a replacement coffin top for it if I can find it. I have the one for the machine, but its missing a piece on top and the handle. Not a major thing but if I can find an intact one it would be nice. I found an oil can for the stand. The pincushion is there though non functional.
I'm going to try and pull out one of my machines and work on some of my orders which are backed up. I'm not back into the swing of things yet, and I am not back into the mindset of being happy yet, but I have 6 orders to make and I hate the feeling of being overwhelmed and all I want to do is sew for myself. Mom taught me a new technique using crayons to color/tint fabric, and some new embroidery stitches so we both started a small project that I haven't picked up since coming home. I may sit and do nothing but stitch today. I'm sort of wandering around my house wondering what to do and feeling a bit lost and overwhelmed. I guess its normal but I just cant bring myself to start in on all my brother's paperwork just yet, and I know I can't start working on tshirt quilts from all his shirts. Mom and I are going to make one for each of us, my other 2 brothers, and for his neighbor who was his closest friend and who found Andrew after he had died. He's pretty shaken up. He's talked to me quite a bit the last few days. I'm just thankful I have a husband who isn't concerned if the laundry doesn't get done, or I don't feel like cleaning or cooking right now. He just does whatever needs to be done and lets me do what I need to do.
One day at a time. One day at a time.