Just a Short Update

(Originally posted on WP 10/10/20.)

I wish I could write that I’ve got a new warp on the rug loom, or the RH loom, or I finished these 2 remaining knitting patterns, or had some other interesting news, but nope, other than a week spent spinning a custom yarn order, I have just been dealing with Life.

We all know how it is, especially this year, though for us, it began Feb. 2019 – this massive change in schedule and living arrangement, because of hubby’s declining mobility.  Have been waiting all this time for him to get 2 spine surgeries, all the while delays and issues keep cropping up which need to be resolved before the surgeon can tackle his back.

He’s been in the hospital for a few days having a femoral artery bypass (the latest detour in this process), and is now having a heck of a time in a pathetic excuse for a rehab center, so all my creative work has stopped, so I can muck this place out, and get a whole slew of linens and well-used wool afghans washed, LOL, all of which has worn me down and out (no first floor laundry room in this house, and stairs have been the bane of my existence since chemo/rad.)

I crave for my environment to be clean and neat, so it’s been interesting trying to turn a blind eye to what I could not tackle around here!  But one can’t come home from the hospital with wounds up and down one’s leg and move back into unclean rooms. WAY up at the top of my list is to secure someone honest and dependable to come in and clean every 2 weeks. It’s been too much for me to do, for far too many years, but the past 6 months have been particularly wearing.

So, that’s what I’ve been up to. Too tired to even think about weaving, although I’d like some time at the wheel, to spin more yarn – at least my brain is thinking this, how my body will feel actually doing it, is yet to be determined.

As the bed was calling my name last night, and the yawns washed over me, I scribbled this:  

There is no prose
no poetry so sweet
as settling contentedly
into a soft bed
to sleep.

I breathe a sigh
then drift into dreams
my mind at rest
my body at peace.

Onward,
Dawn