It has been nearly a week since I have sewn anything at all. This spelled trouble for dear Sebastian I am afraid.
You see I have been doing things – accomplishing things, but my enthusiasm for those things (i.e. laundry, dishes, etc) wears out pretty quickly. I did make this cake for a potluck dinner but I much prefer sewing. You probably could have guessed that, right?
Looking for an excuse, any excuse really, to change tasks, I wandered by my clean desk and found Sebastian slumped over. The poor soul – he looked like a deflated balloon. It was then that I began a quite delicate, yet wholly selfless conversation with him.
“How ya’ doin’ there, buddy?”
A sigh was his only reply.
“Is this cloudy overcast day beginning to get to you?”
“You know you can tell me anything, anything at all. I’m here for ya.”
That is when his sad story came tumbling out. He told me how he admired all the young bears heading out the door with their straight backs and tight joints. He said he felt rather dismal by comparison.
I assured him that he was loved but this didn’t seem to do the trick. He still seemed low.
Then I suggested that dreaded word – surgery.
“Surgery?!” he exclaimed a bit louder than I had anticipated.
“It would be outpatient. You would be in and out in no time at all. I could tighten your joints and fix your back problem.”
“Can you fix my bald spots too?”
“Um, no. Not in time for you to celebrate Christmas – that is a much more delicate and involved surgery. So, what do you think? Shall we fix you up?”
“Okay,” he replied.
“Yea!” I said. Which is something I hope you won’t misinterpret, but I’d much rather fix up Sebastian than do laundry. I’m funny like that. I’m not sure he quite understood where I was coming from but he was optimistic about the results.
Here is the part that is much too graphic to share here. I know some of my readers are quite squeamish about such things. I am too but hey, remember; I’m getting out of doing laundry.
Sebastian is now out of recovery. He’s already looking more dignified,
and more energetic.
As for me, that little bit of time with a needle and thread and a thimble and some scissors, well, let me just say, I don’t think my desk top is going to be clean and neat for very much longer. Another yea!