Sixty-four Arkansas Crossroads

By this time of the year, I’m usually hard at work getting my state fair challenge quilt finished before the deadline. Not this year. The quilt has binding and a label, but the competition is just another casualty of COVID-19. By now I’d have submitted at least two quilt tops for the hospital quilters, and they’d probably need a third. But the senior center where they sew has been closed since early March. I’d normally be looking forward to playing in an orchestra for a musical at the local Catholic school, to attending the Greek festival, to going on an autumn vacation, or preparing for a holiday recital. But I’m not. I know I should be making good use of all this extra time, but so many of the things I really enjoy doing have disappeared. I’m feeling restless, and I keep remembering a Thoreau quote: “As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.”