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Sunday, August 17, 2014

Radio Silence



It is when I am too sick or injured to weave that I realize all over again that weaving isn't just what I do, it's the way I am.  It's what I am.  A thread bender.  Creative.  A do-er.  What is so nasty about this particular episode is that I haven't even been able to sit to do other craft work (hemming, bobbin lace), read, or even write.  So all my avenues of creativity have pretty much been impossible.  

I even, (gasp!) resorted to daytime tv, which I haven't done since, well, since recovering from the broken ankle.

All that said,  I am beginning to notice tiny (teeny, tiny) signs of improvement.  I can actually sit for short (very short) periods of time - enough that I've managed to hem a few towels, half a hem at a time.  I can now lie down on the bed (for a short time) to read.  

On Wednesday I'll find out the results of the x-ray and hopefully the doctor will have a treatment plan.  

In the meantime, it's been pretty much radio silence on the internet, partly because I haven't been able to sit at the computer, partly because I simply haven't been doing anything!

Very grateful for all who have been in touch sending their best wishes.  I'm really hoping it won't take too much longer before I'm back in weaving form.

Currently Reading  Wild Justice by Kelley Armstrong

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Little Bits



It's interesting how many weavers also enjoy making jig saw puzzles.  

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I think it has something to do with the ways they are similar.  

They both involve a whole lot of process.  Being sensitive to detail, colour and texture.  Being willing to analyse, try to identify what needs to go where, even making mistakes and keeping on and on.  Until done. 

This puzzle isn't terribly difficult.  I wasn't looking for any particular challenge, just something to occupy my mind and keep it off the fact (as much as possible) that weaving is not happening right now.  And probably won't for some time.  

I don't know what sparked this most recent episode of physical 'fragility' but it is taking a very long time to clear up.  Emotionally it has been very difficult to not be weaving.  I joke that I'm addicted to weaving, but in its way it's not really a joke.   As a friend observed sitting at the loom is my happy place.   In many ways, it keeps me sane, or at least on an even emotional keel.  

Even though I'm anxious to get back to the loom, I think weaving was making things worse, so in order to get well more quickly, it appears I need to take a break.  Just wish I could at least sit to do hemming because that mountain won't get smaller on its own!

Monday, August 11, 2014

Rest Orders

I am under orders to rest, so no weaving for a few days.  Don't think this was quite what she had in mind, but it keeps me from going stir crazy.  


Sunday, August 10, 2014

Pot Holes

No one's life runs smoothly all the time.   Certainly not mine.  But this summer has seen more pot holes in my road than I have had to deal with for a while.   Although I try to stay up beat and positive, chronic pain certainly does wear one down.  Even though I am pretty open about stuff, even I have my limits about how much whining I will do.  Let's just say it's been more of a challenge than I had the energy and optimism to deal with and the past few days I threw myself a bit of a pity party.  

One of the things that was getting to me is the cancellation of all travel, especially across the border.  The trip to Tacoma for Complex Weavers was only a little bit about teaching and a whole lot about meeting up with distant friends.  I had been looking forward to the classes I had signed up for, the exhibits and a good old chin wag, face to face rather than via email.  Email is dandy, but...

After Complex Weavers I had made arrangements to visit with two more weaving friends, so that got cancelled along with the rest.  And I was dreadfully disappointed about the whole trip not happening.  

And then last night I got an email from another weaving friend who was passing through town today.  She had time for a short visit.  So we made arrangements to meet at a coffee place and had a brief but very welcome time to catch up with each other. 

Recovery from an injury never proceeds in a straight line and today was worse than yesterday.  However I'm hoping that an infusion of chemicals and only one session at the loom today will mean that tomorrow will be better.  

What can I say?  I am an optimist.  It feels better, according to the Dalai Lama. 

Friday, August 8, 2014

Simple Pleasures



I can't begin to tell you how difficult the last 10 days has been.  I'm no stranger to chronic pain, but the pain I was having was particularly cruel in that I could not sit or lay down without sharp pain.  That meant I could not sleep properly - which meant Doug couldn't, either - nor could I do anything that required sitting - like tackle the hemming pile.

I had the last statin tablet on Monday night and it has taken until today before I could sit with a modicum of comfort - and I use the term loosely.  I still have inflammation in my right leg which makes walking difficult.  I've been able to weave, partly because sitting perched on my tall stool, sitting high on the sitz bones, was relatively pain free.  And because I have air assist on the treadle.

The bad news is that the new pills my GP prescribed also have 'muscle pain' as an adverse effect.  So does the alternate drug I had been considering taking.  With so much inflammation in my leg tonight, I did not take the first dose of the new drug - rather I'm going to wait a couple more days.

The beginning of improvement gives me hope this will all settle down now.

By improvement, I mean I can actually sit without too much discomfort.  I could eat my dinner.  I could take a cup of tea.  I could even tackle the hemming pile, although Doug brought the blue towels home today after pressing them, so the hemming mountain just grew another range!

I have been managing to weave every day and today passed the half way mark on this warp - I think.  I have sort of lost track.  But ultimately it doesn't matter how much is done, how much is left to do.  The cloth is looking good, the loom is currently behaving.  I can still weave.

It has taken me a few days to begin to enjoy some simple pleasures again.  I just hope we can sort out the drugs to control my cholesterol without making the rest of my life...uncomfortable...

Reading - just finished A View from a Broad by Bette Midler and started Raising Steam by Terry Pratchett

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

A Little Happy


the 'wrong' side of the cloth


the 'right' side of the cloth - weaving this up-side down to lift the fewest shafts


The past week hasn't been great for a couple of reasons but today is looking up.  The smoke from the wild fires has cleared and we have lovely blue skies with predicted temps in the 70's F.  And after trying statins at the urging of the specialist, suffering with extreme muscle pain for the last week, my new GP said I could go off them.  I'm quite sure the fact that he has also experienced statin muscle pain was a large factor in his agreeing I could quit.  He has started me on a 'new' cholesterol drug - or I will in a couple of days when the statins have been cleared out of my system.

Since I hurt no matter what I did, what I did was finish weaving the blue warp and immediately beam the next.  Yesterday it was threaded, sleyed and tied on and this morning I started weaving.  These photos don't really do the cloth justice, but will give you an idea.

The design is Wandering Vine or Snail's Trails and Cat's Paws but woven in twill blocks instead of overshot.  Now that I've twigged how to easily convert overshot patterns into twill block designs, I may explore that a bit more.  I like the large graphic nature of the the overshot translated into twill blocks.  And I've still got all this very fine linen to use up as weft!

Currently reading the Care and Management of Lies by Jacqueline Winspear (a novel of the Great War)

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Super Natural BC

Thing is, when you live in the forest, sometimes it burns.


This photo was taken about 4 pm.  Instead of a clear blue sky, we have a thick haze of smoke.  Point of fact is, we aren't the worst off - it seems the western side of the continent is going up in flames as well as the far north and some areas are far, far worse.

With the Farmer's Almanac predicting a hotter, dryer summer than 'normal', we can expect the wildfires to continue.

Just in BC alone the province has way too many significant fires.

The land all round is rough making getting to some of these fires next to impossible.  Fire crews are run off their feet trying to contain (not necessarily put them out, but keep them from spreading) which means that smoke is going to continue to be a problem even though my town isn't in immediate danger from the flames themselves.  Some towns are.

Rain dance, anyone?