Brain cramp

Can you believe it?  I'm back.

I am pretty settled in my house.......happy to watch the weather from inside.

It's been bitter cold, and we just got a foot of snow.

I had to break down and have the drive way plowed.

Seems like I'm drinking more tea, if that's possible.  I'm up at 6am, and it's dark outside.

My routine is tea and the NY Times crossword, and all the other games I'm addicted to.

Spelling Bee, Strands, Connections, Mini crossword, Wordle, Letter Boxed, and the actual daily crossword.   

By the time it's light, I have finished all those, the tea long gone.

Then it's the shower, and something to eat.

Then it's straight into the studio, for whatever awaits me there.

I just finished this lace weight wool warp, and should have three pieces of clothing

from it.

The fabric has been washed, and is presently hanging to dry.

Hard to believe, but I limit my weaving time.  My shoulders are old, and lately have been talking to me, saying not very nice things.

So I am trying to ease up on them.

It's incredibly difficult to restrain myself.

I usually, actually always, share my methods, my patterns, and anything

else that people ask me for.

Except for this one in the photo below.

Circles.

It is something that I played with and came up with.

Anybody could actually do it, but they don't.

Then they ask me for my "draft".........

And I hate that I feel selfish about it, but I do.

Silly, since I know that if anyone just sat down for a while, if they 

have been weaving any length of time, they could

probably figure it out.

But they don't.

And I did.

And it feels like my baby.

One person on FB even commented that as soon as she saw it, she thought 

"Hilary Cooper".

That made me smile.

So on one hand a voice in my head says I should knock it off,

and share it.

While another says, no, no, it's mine.

 (at least until someone else plots it out)

Who is right????   Me?  Or my conscience?

I promise I won't rant about politics, but I can't promise that I won't bring it up on occasion.

Back when T-rump was first elected, we had a nice Mexican restaurant right down 

the road, the only one in my little town.

He deported most of them, and it closed.

Everyone was upset, they were doing well, and they were hard working, good people.

Fast forward, and another one just opened last fall, even better than the first.

When my daughter and I were in there the other day, the waitress started talking about 

ICE, and how everyone was frightened.

It just infuriates me.

ICE is also yanking the workers out of the farms in my very rural county.  To what end, I ask you.

These people are working they are contributing, they are decent people who want to 

pursue life, liberty and happiness.And this is how we treat them.

I just don't get it.

And one more thing.......you have heard T-rump's plan to change birthright citizenship?

It has always been true, that if a baby was born in this country, they were automatically a 

citizen.

He wants to take that away.

Want to hear something funny?  or not so funny?  depending.

My mother came here from England in 1946 on the first shipload of war brides from England.

My father was in the Navy and they were married in England.

I was born in 1947...yes, I am old.

My mother became a naturalized US citizen.

I was curious, so I went through her box of papers that I still have.

Lo and behold.  

She was not a citizen when I was born.

She didn't become one until I was 2 and a half years old.

So if T-rump is successful, I am not a citizen of this USA, even though I was 

born here, and even though I have lived here all my life.

Now if that doesn't give you pause, please pinch yourself.

And I'll be back soon.

I think I'm on a roll.

Starting over

It really is a fact, that we can start over just about any time that we want to.

Of course, we are stuck with who we are, to an extent anyway.

This is who I was born, and this is who I will be until the end.

I don't have time or inclination to "discover" who I am.

I am who I have always been.

But along the way, we modify, we adapt, and we change, do we not???

I have just recently realized that a change has occurred.

It snuck up on me, and I have to say, I'm glad.

For almost three years now, I have missed my husband and the life we had together.

It wasn't perfect, but it was our life, and I was good with it.

Then he suddenly died, and my world tipped on its axis.

I have thought on occasion that I was ok, and then immediately realized that I 

clearly was not.

I have oft times since his passing, been obsessed with the thought of dying,  still seeing my best friend

in his chair, having left this world while I was gone.

In the blink of an eye, his life was done, and my life was totally different.

I have plugged along.  I have done everything that was in front of me, I have managed.

Some might even say that I have persevered.

But in so many ways, I felt that joy was an elusive feeling, that I was not privy to anymore.

All this time, I have been sleepwalking, doing what I had to do.

Then most recently, my children have been encouraging me to leave my house, sell it, move closer to them, in a house that was smaller, and not so much work.

They espoused their reasons.  They could be of more help to me being closer.  I would see more of them.  My life would be easier.  I wouldn't be alone.  It was time.

I went along for a while.  I even showed my house to a realtor.  I even looked at a house closer to them.   I receive daily listings of houses that might "suit" me.

Then I woke up.  Came to.  Turned a corner.  Pulled through.  Was on the mend. Rallied.  Snapped out of it. Came out of the woods.  Got back on my feet.  Looked up.  Got better.

Whatever you call it, I realized that though the sadness will always be there,  that life is over.

He is gone.  I am here.

I AM OK.

But more than that.   I'm really ok.

I'm grateful.

I'm happy.

I'm content with my life, just as it is.

I am settling into something that I find I have needed my whole life.

To be on my own, in my own skin, without the reflection of another human being on a 

daily basis.

This may sound awful.  Heartless, even.

But damn, if it isn't the truth.

I look back on 77 years and thought on how often  a MAN was daily computed into the fabric of my life, starting with my father.

I realize that now, for the first time ever, that it is not true for me.  Not at all.

I cook when I want, eat when I want, nap and sleep on my schedule, I clean or I don't.

I am totally answerable to only myself.

(and sometimes 2 dogs)

It is an amazing feeling, and I feel incredibly glad for it.  I didn't ask for it, I didn't look for it, but here it is.

And I love it.

No, I do not want to sell my house.  I do not want or need a smaller or an easier house.  Not now, not yet.

I am complete, if older, just as I am.

I feel like I've just returned from a very long trip.

And I am so glad to be back.

February!

I just realized that I have not posted in 2025 at all!   I am shocked. truly, that I have been

so remiss.

A few random photos from around this old house, while I am posting.

My dye sink. ........no explanation necessary.

I guess I have just been trying to get through January.

I'm fine, really, but I am not a fan of the bitter cold we have been 

experiencing here in the northeast.

At the same time, I am grateful......we don't experience earthquakes, or horrendous

forest fires, tornadoes, or hurricanes.  

So vicious winters are the trade off, I guess.

I love my house, that's the truth, and it does make January doable.  I have a ton of things to do 

inside.

The news is on, though I don't always watch it.   There's nothing good about it,

and it's sometimes just as well to miss it altogether.

I do read the NY Times every morning, but often I just scroll by the most disturbing

headlines.

For many months before the election, I refrained from posting anything political or controversial on FB.  I thought it was best for my mental health.

But now, I am so angry and disgusted, and I realize that not speaking my mind, 

and not standing up against the craziness, is far more stressful to me.

I realized that we need to stand up and be LOUD, otherwise, we are complicit.

Maybe, just maybe, we can find our moral center once again.

In addition to having two looms to weave on, I have books to read, and a puzzle that I 

occasionally work on when I walk by it.

I have warps to wind, and plenty of yarn to dye.

It's February, and we are definitely headed for spring.

Have to keep my eye on that.  Until then, I just have to keep busy.

I also have a weaving workshop coming up in a couple of weeks, and plans to do a dyeing 

workshop.

It feels good to be able to plan things.

If you wonder what these two are doing.......they are following me!!

I am thinking of having a weaving weekend once again, when it's warmer

weather.  I wonder if there will still be interest.

Tomorrow is a trip to watch my grands plan soccer.  One is 11, the other almost 8.

Luckily, it's in a indoor arena, and it's actually quite warm.

They are very entertaining to watch.

We have been blessed with lots of sunshine, even though it's  been bitterly cold.

And lots of sun always make me feel better.

Willie is often in "his chair", and believe it or not, he recognizes cars.

When he sees a car he knows, or thinks he knows, he races through the house, to look out the

window over the driveway.

Most of the time, he is spot on.

My personal security guard.

Stay warm out there, and speak up if your conscience tells you to.

And think spring..........maybe we can wish it here sooner.

The apprentice.

I recently realized that maybe I had been weaving a bit too much.  

Both my shoulders were on fire, and it made it very hard to sleep.

So after talking to my usual Physical Therapist, and another friend/Physical Therapist 

who I recently taught to weave, I formulated a plan.

1.  take a break from weaving for a bit

2. On restarting weaving, have a schedule that

is more balanced and less "production weaver" mode.

3.  Take Aleve twice a day for at least a week, to

dumb down the inflammation.

So far, it is working.  My shoulders already feel better after just 4 days.

Last summer, when I bought a second hand Baby wolf loom, I was given 

a bunch of stuff from a weaver who had gone to a nursing home.

Among all that stuff was a stack of quilting squares, plus all the material 

necessary to finish it and put it together.

So because I couldn't weave, I have been doing this for the last 3 days.

Unfortunately, I do NOT like it.  

I'm not a pastel girl, after all.

So I am selling this quilt top for $100, and someone else can put the batting

and the backing on it.

Before I took the break from weaving, I was busy on the Megado, making 

Möbius shawls.

Just throwing in my new tea kettle here.

A couple of months ago, I had a basic weaving class here, and one of the 

students was a lovely young woman who lived close by. Let's call her 
"T".

She was a super quick learner, and I was pretty sure she would be a weaver someday.

After the class, she messaged me that she would love to come help me in the studio, just 

for the chance to learn.  So for the last month, she has been coming one day

a week.  She has been learning, and helping.  

It's been great for both of us.

Here she is, modeling a Naya cloak, that I helped her make from a piece

she had been weaving.

It really turne out great, and I am very pleased to have her here.  She's

 going to be  very good at this!

The last two nights have been brutal, Zero and below.  So on Saturday morning,

when I happened to see Goldie on the porch, I slipped out, and grabbed him.

He has been prisoner in the studio for two days and two nights.

He wailed and cried, unless I was in there with him, and then he settled down, and was the best house cat.   

Willie and Naya were at the door whining to come in.

Then when I left Goldie and went into the living room with the dogs, Goldie started crying.

It was interesting to be caught between the two of them.  When I was with one, I felt like

I was cheating on the other.  Good grief.

He went back outside today, even though it's still very cold, but I knew that's what he 

wanted.  He went right into his solar house with the heated pad.  I can only hope he's ok.

I  went out there several times this afternoon, called to him, hoping he would come.  But nope.

I guess when it comes down to it, even though he LOVES the attention he gets when he is 

inside, he loves his life outside even more.

Today when I was on my way to pick up my friend and take her to PT, my car decided 

to give me grief.

I called the Subaru garage, and they told me not to drive it, so $163 later, the Subaru

Assistance truck picked it up and took it to the dealer.

I have heard nothing all day.  But that's not surprising.  They had a day full

of appointments, and they were going to try to slip my car in at some point.

My car is only 3 years old, and only has 33, 000 miles on it.  After much thought I think I know what is wrong with it.

The other day when I took Willie to the vet, I think he stepped on the console between the

front seats, and stepped on the button for the emergency brake.  I haven't been anywhere since.

The the car sat there in below zero weather.

I think the emergency brake froze, and when I tried to drive it, all the lights

on the dash started lighting up.

So here is am, two days before Christmas, no car.

But you know what?  

I'm still blessed in too many ways to count, so I will just forgo the whining, and 

thank my higher power for getting me to where I am today.

Happy holidays all!!!!!!

Today

After much ado, I finally got my Megado electronic dobby 

 working, but not before I bought a new Windows laptop.

Apparently, my Mac laptop was "too new" and had some security measures on it, 

that would not allow my software program, Fiberworks, to operate the loom.

So I ordered one from Staples on their Black Friday online sale.

Anything to avoid going to the store on that horrific day of consumer 

madness.

With the new computer, I was able to get it up and running in no time.

This makes it all worth it though.   I do love this draft.

I thought I might need to buy something to put the laptop on, so I could see

it well, but then I had the brain storm to us this stool, with the bed risers under

the legs to get it up to the right height.

Easy fix, no $ spent.

Which turned out to be a very good thing, after my surprise today.

I went to my local auto garage, to get my oil changed in my Subaru Forester.

I thought I would be out of there in no time, and it would be no big deal.

But unfortunately, that's not how it happened.   

I needed new brakes, all around.

Groan.

Then " I'm sorry, but you need tires all around, as well, you could wait until spring, but we don't recommend it".

So I called my ex son in law, who I trust in these matters.  Told him how much tread I had left, and he said. since winter is here, and the roads often suck, I needed to do it now.

They very kindly gave me a rid home, so I didn't have to sit there all day, and then I called a neighbor to take me back to pick it up.

So after  a $15,000 summer....new furnace, roof repair, dog fence repair, I am now out $2400

more.

Why not, eh???  End the year in the way it's been going.

So I came home and sat down to weave.

Probably not wise at that moment.

I was so distracted that I totally screwed it up, and ended up

"unweaving" several inches.

Horrors.

So I took a little coffee break, and had a little talk with myself.

Yes, it did hurt my pocketbook, a lot.

But truth?   I have SO MUCH to be grateful for.

I sit here warm and comfortable with my dogs, watching it snow outside.

I have my studio that nurtures my soul every day.

I have family that loves me.

I have friends that care about me.

I have gotten through a lot worse situations than this, and I will be fine.

So once again, gratitude is the attitude today.  I am ok.  It's all ok.  

And, I have a safe, reliable  Subaru in the driveway.

Working on it

I told you I was trying to be better about blogging, so here I am, again.

Even though the show was a huge success, I am relieved that it is over.  I worked 

very hard to get everything finished for it, and then the weekend itself was long.

It was exciting to get back to the studio and the things I wanted to do.

Here is the AVL warping wheel.  After getting a demo from a fellow weaver a few weeks ago, and watching the AVL video about three times, I started putting a warp on.

Of course, I couldn't put a 'short' warp on........what is it they say?  Go big or go home?

So I put 30 yards of Pima cotton on the Megado.

It was organized, and slick, and I loved it.

Warping the usual back to front, or front to back can occasionally be chaotic, to say the least.

It can be uneventful, but you never know.  It can be a royal pain.

This. however, is LOVELY.

I am seriously considering getting sectional rakes to put on the David.

Upstairs, I am busy winding cones.  That is a learning experience, too.  Most of the time, they look pretty good, then you get one that looks like a 10 year old did it.

Yes, that would be me.

They are pretty though, aren't they???

Hand dyed banana pearl. 

I recently suggested a movie to a very close friend, on Amazon prime, for only $3.59.

When she started watching it, she texted me, and said, "Are you sure about this movie?".

I told her to stick with it.

When she had finished the movie,

She sent me a long line of HEARTS.

It's a true story, and it's lovely.

I highly recommend it.....if you watch it, let me know what you think.  I'm about ready to watch it again.

So I started weaving on the Megado.  I am having some computer issues with it, that I have not yet figured out.  Some days, it recognizes the commands, and other days, I believe it is thumbing its virtual nose at me.

But when it works.....it's amazing.

That's what keeps me going.

I do love circles.

All my friends have heard me BITCHING about walking two dogs at the same time.

One pulling ahead, because he is younger, and faster.  The other stopping behind me to smell

every single blade of grass that there is.

Today they made a liar of me.....and showed me just how pleasant they can 

make our walks, if they want to.

So the week ahead looks like a quiet one, except for pie making on Wednesday,

and turkey day on Thursday.

Otherwise, I'll be weaving and walking, and waiting for cold weather, that seems

to have vanished entirely.

Later.......

The Show

Once a year, my guild, the Hudson Mohawk Weavers Guild, has a show.  This 

year was the 46th year. 

The show lasts 3 days, and we get more successful every year.

We had 900 towels in this show.  At the end there was less than 200 left.

This photo was before the doors opened on Friday.  The real devoted shoppers

are waiting in line outside!!!  We were mobbed all day Friday, and Saturday, and

shockingly busy on Sunday too

This is the only show I do these days.   Not having my husband, or Lois, to help me, I have given up the show circuit.  It's just too hard.

I sell things on my FB page,  Crazy as a Loom Weaving, and I'm having a SALE on towels over there now.

Very soon, I will put the clothes on SALE that I have left over from the show.......there are only NINE pieces this year, so they should go quickly.

I like to clear everything out, and start over fresh for the new year.

This is my new AVL warping wheel, and probably, hopefully, my last expenditure for 

a while.

I bought it to be able to warp the Megado, and put more yardage on it at a time.

Hopefully, take off is this week!!!

I loved hearing all your responses to my rants........I have thought a lot about it, and I remembered a book I read years and years ago. 

It was one of those pivotal moments, when something, or someone, makes an impact on your thinking.

In this case, it was a book called "The Control Theory, by Dr William Glasser.

I wanted to read it again, but when I looked it up on Amazon, it was $30 for the paperback.  But you can buy it used for $6, and I did.

 It helped me once, in a big way, so I think it will help me with dealing with our new reality, and the fear of the future that will 

bring.

But once more, I am taken back to my Al Anon  days.

And that quote.......that I have come back to time and time again.

Acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing or situation—some fact of my life—unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment. Nothing, absolutely nothing, happens in God’s world by mistake.

So accepting is what I'm working on.......because inside I feel that I have not accepted it because it is so despicable to me.

And I can't move on, until I  do.

 I think it's the only way I can find a way to maintain my serenity, and live my life without letting it make me unhappy.

It ain't easy.