Hospital Rooms
It’s funny how variable time is. Sometimes it whizzes by. Sometimes it doesn’t. Last night we stopped at the nearby hospital to take our daughter, Jo, to dinner. She’s been sitting with her husband as he recovers from surgery. I was reminded of how slowly time creeps by when you are waiting in a hospital. I myself bought my little collapsable quilt frame 18 years ago when I was driving to Omaha to sit in my tiny grandson’s hospital room as he recovered from surgery. Over the ensuing years, I have sewn quilt blocks, appliqued pictures, and quilted small quilts in hospital rooms. It’s amazing how a needle makes the eternal waiting endurable.