Skip to main content

Never Doubt Those Grandmas

 Continuing on with the general theme of amusement during quarantine, today's post involves a microcosm of life during COVID-19. It's not so much that I'm trying to focus on that as the topic, as it's a daily part of our lives, like it or not. Many of the things that happen, laughs and all, happen with that as a backdrop, and many of these anecdotes are actually precipitated by the quarantine itself.

For example, today's post involves masks. We try very hard not to leave the house unless it's absolutely necessary, but every now and then, something comes up that requires us to leave the house. For those occasions, we want to take every precaution to keep ourselves safe, so we needed masks of some sort. My first instinct was to buy some, but as you can probably imagine, lots of people thought the same thing. The end result was that finding a mask, at least initially, was not particularly easy.

So, we figured we'd try to make our own. The Mild Wife and I don't know much about sewing or constructing masks, but we have the Internet and more free time on our hands than we used to. So, we figured we'd give it a go by getting a basic sewing machine. Sure, that's not going to be the same as a medical-grade mask or one of the N95 ones, but it's better than the alternative (nothing), and it gives us a way to try to tailor them a bit more to us.

Now, that sounds good on paper, but that also means that at some point, we had to actually sew things using that sewing machine. And as anyone who has ever used a sewing machine knows, that means you have to thread said sewing machine. That's where the fun began.

You see, there are instruction manuals, YouTube videos, and other manner of aids in how to accomplish this. That also implies how intuitive the process is. Sure, it makes more sense once you've done it a few times, but if you're a complete newbie to this, you definitely want to consult those learning aids to see if you've done it right.

The problem, as I discovered, is that you can't see everything. So even if you generally understand where things are supposed to go, there are many winding paths through which thread has to flow in order for everything to work. What's more, there are two threads to set up, so that makes it even more confusing. The end result, in my case, at least, was that I ended up trying things and not being entirely sure if it was going to work. This obviously meant a few false starts.

My favorite part of that process was an off-hand quip by the Mild Wife. She's seen plenty of aunts, cousins, and grandparents sew, so she knew that they could handle the very task that I was struggling with. As a result, she basically said, "how the heck do those grandmas do it?!" as she saw me futzing with the sewing machine. We both had a good hearty laugh about that, as clearly I have better dexterity, eyesight, and possibly cognition than some of our older relatives.

Still, I eventually got the sewing machine threaded properly, and felt more than a little proud of my accomplishment. Still, I can't help but think of the grandmas doing this with sheer muscle memory and years of practice. Don't doubt those grandmas, indeed.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Nicknames Again

In a post from a while back , I mentioned that people around me end up with nicknames fairly frequently. It's not always my doing, but I am more than happy to play along. Of course, the best part isn't the actual nickname, it's always the back story that leads to the nickname. And since it's been a while since that previous post, I've picked up a few more stories about nicknames that are worth a chuckle. So, without further ado, I present to you: "ADT" You know how people pay for security systems for their houses? One of the most well-known companies is called ADT . My brother likes to say that he has no need for said security systems because one of his neighbors is constantly on the lookout for what's going on in the neighborhood. She's like a one-person neighborhood watch, complete with a side of the neighborhood gossip. He has actually come home and had her tell him about the comings and goings of his wife. My brother's smart aleck str...

All Good Things ...

August 8, 2009. Over twelve years ago, I started blogging with this simple post . I didn't really have a great reason for starting the blog, other than I wanted to try it out. I wanted to try writing and putting it where others could read it. I don't know, it just seemed like a new adventure to try. Along the way, there have been all sorts of posts and all sorts of life events, but through it all, I kept writing. It just became a part of what I do at some point. It wasn't a matter of whether I was going to write a blog post, it was a matter of when. The Mild Wife has described it as a "writing practice," and it was one of the reasons why I kept writing. Honestly, it's good practice, and it gives me an opportunity to hone my craft. I'm no professional author, but we all have to write stuff in our everyday lives. Why not give yourself reps to get better at it? However, I think it's time for that practice to change. My weekly anecdotes sure kept me amused...

Timer

There are a bunch of everyday tasks around the Mild Home that require waiting some amount of time. Say I put want to put something in the oven, I need to make sure that I take it out after a set amount of time. I mean, bad things happen if you leave food in the oven for a long time. If you're lucky, it's just inedible; if you're unlucky, then the smoke alarm is involved. Quite a few of them involve food (steep the tea for X minutes, uncover the pot after Y minutes, etc.), so that should come as no surprise. However, I recently had to use baking soda and vinegar to help unclog a sink. As I discovered, you don't just dump those things down the sink. You wait 5-10 minutes after mixing those ingredients in the sink, to let them do their thing. Otherwise, it just fizzes for a bit, and nothing really happens. In either case, I needed to wait for a set amount of time. Now, when it comes to setting a timer, I have a few options. There are timers on the stove and on my cell phon...