The measure of my anxiety

 

The opening to at least one season of Downton Abbey shows the servants setting the table, using a ruler to precisely align each table setting. I am having a spot of surgery this afternoon (nothing serious, nothing major, I hasten to add) so have been trying to sidestep my anxiety by doing some prep for Thanksgiving dinner. Which we are hosting on Thursday.

I pulled out the china from the cabinet and brought up the extra silverware from the basement. I set out the serving dishes. I ironed the table runner feeling both old-fashioned, (ironing the linens?!?) and soothed. I find ironing very soothing, it's one of the things Parkinson's made so difficult and my ability to do it again a source of almost as much gratitude as folding my socks.

Was the table runner centered? I adjusted it and contemplated it from various angles. Maybe? Ah — the Downton Abbey scene flashing into memory — I have a ruler in the kitchen. Yes, in fact it was centered. Now if only I can stay centered!

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