McCalls, Butterwick, Simplicity?

The patterns of our lives? Not the ones our mothers used to make, although I would kill for one of those many dresses, different patterns of everyday stuff. Especially when chaos looms, I ache for my schedule, such a creature of habit am I.

June has had me jumping in cars and on planes, with suitcase in hand. The house is also turned upside down, with worker bees buzzing in and out, my rhythm is off!!! No pattern at all, I'm a chicken with my head cut off, and the temperature is HOT!!! Summer time and the living is crazy good.

While in Miami earlier this month, I came home minus my favorite sleep mask. "Not a Biggie" you may think? Not so fast, they feed the engine. Bill said, "Just buy a new one." Good answer??? I could not remember where I purchased it from, what the name of the website was, but I knew I had it written down somewhere!! Remember my kitchen is being redone, and all my stuff is scattered with my brain! So I just started throwing things around, cook books, address books, old photographs, my bag from school,(that I have still not unpacked!). I tired to Google sleep mask, and nothing grabbed my astute attention. Then I opened a red folder with peoples birthdays listed, and there it was a folded piece of paper, with Dream Essentials listed, and the pattern of my mess made me happy. My system of not having a system, always comes through, often with casualties, but hey...watch out when people are throwing things!!!

To my joy, I found another saved e-mail, that I had printed( I do not save trees, I try?? I like paper)
It was dated Thursday evening July 12, 2007, 7:22pm. Addressed to Ward from me, it reads as follows;

Ward, you have such a set pattern, that when you don't eat or I don't see your scrubs on the floor, and we don't know where you are, its a tad off. All you have to say is where you are going. You are living here and its just good manners. Make good choices.
Ward was dead at approximately midnight, as per the coroner, from an accidental overdose .
His pattern was broken, and I knew it was broken, I just did not know it would be completely broken, forever.

I found my sleep mask and ordered a new one.
Loss of my Ward, not so easy to fix.

Life, complicated stitches, worth the wear.