I'm not stupid, but I can be incredibly stubborn and therefore slow to change course when I set my mind to a goal. There have been several times during my life when The Universe (or whatever) has had to resort to a handy 'clue by four' to make me see reason and change what I'm doing into something more...appropriate.
This week has finally seen some signs of gradual improvement in several areas.
I've been sleeping better, had more energy, even dropped a couple of pounds (yay!). But mostly there has been a reduction in the amount of pain/discomfort in my hands. Still not all the way there, but a definite improvement.
People keep asking me what comes next. I still have no answers. I need to finish dealing with closing down my old life before I can really begin to think about my 'new' one. Or at least my new direction in this life.
At the very least I get to continue my life for a while longer. I think about my brother almost daily right now because the fact that I am able to make such a huge change in my life is - in large part - due to him.
I didn't realize how much of a supporter of me doing this crazy thing called being a professional weaver he was until he died.
He retired 'early' from a job that he had dreamt of doing for his childhood, and did, for 27 years. But he was still a young man when he saw the writing on the wall and let management know that he'd be open to a 'golden parachute'. They offered him a deal he could not refuse and he retired in his mid-40s.
Like me he didn't squander his money. We'd been raised by parents who lived through the Great Depression and every penny was squeezed hard before it was spent. We wanted for little as adults. He loved to travel and loved taking trips, sometimes with friends, sometimes by himself. He especially loved Australia and went several times.
He encouraged me to write my first book and let me take over his basement for literally years in order to assemble it. 1000 copies, 20 projects (originally) before and after samples needing to be first stapled to the pages, then all the text and sample pages assembled and put into the three ring binders. Doug did the bulk of the stapling - 40,000 samples.
From 2002 until his death in 2008 Don held his annual holiday party but told his friends they couldn't play pool or go downstairs to the rec room because his sister was still working on her book.
Several of his friends told me at the reception after his funeral service how proud he was of me.
My biggest regret was losing track of the diary that he wrote during the construction of the electric train line to Tumbler Ridge. We were going to one day get it published. I still feel guilty about how that diary got 'lost'.
Which was in many ways one reason for my dedicating the second book to him and launching on his birthday. I wanted to go 'live' soon enough before Christmas that people might use their Christmas money (or request it as a gift) and Dec. 2 seemed like the perfect day.
The AVL is a pile of sticks and bolts and the first 'shipment' will be made next week. The wood will go to woodworkers and several boxes plus the small sectional beam will go to a friend to update her loom. Another box will be delivered in September. The rest I'm waiting to hear if the people who inquired will actually take what they were interested in. Adjustments have to be made and they may decide it's too much trouble.
In the meantime I am working - slowly but steadily - on making more inventory for the upcoming craft fairs. Today I finished the next warp and cut/serged the mats apart. I'm about to rough sley the next warp.
I slept in this morning and got a late start so I'm not going to get the loom dressed. But I can at least get the warp beamed. Since I'm feeling better than even a couple of weeks ago, I don't run out of energy as quickly.
Slowly but surely I am crossing the jobs that must be done off the list. Several new things have presented themselves, tantalizingly inviting me to consider them (pick me, pick me!) for once I'm fully 'retired' (in other words, the business is shut down, come January.)
I still have card stock if I should wish to do another short print run of something educational with samples. I am keeping the electric stapler, just in case.
I began mulling over another 'major' writing project which may, or may not, get written. And if so, what form will it take? Does anyone even want to read such a thing, written by me?
Convergence is happening in Knoxville, TN next year. I have friends in TN it would be nice to go hang out with. ANWG is in Salem, OR in 2021. A two day drive, but still. Lots of friends in the Pacific northwest, too.
I'm quite sure my brother would approve of my using some of the money he left me to travel...