Friday

Why is there so much to do, and so little time to do it in???
I have no idea when I found time to be a nurse.  Of course, that was before Crazy as a Loom, and all that the studio requires.
It's funny to me, that when I was working for someone else, I always knew when my days off were, and I anticipated them with gusto.
Now taking a day off is something that I have to beat myself to do.  What's up with that?

I know one thing, as I have gotten older, and OLDER........well, let's just say that the longer I have LIVED, the more I know what I like, and what I don't.  The lines are clearer, too, about what I will accept, and what I will avoid.
One of my childhood memories is of me and a friend who I totally adored, walking down the street, on a snowy evening.  The street lights had just come on, and it was snowing.
She said to me, "You don't have any tact, do you?"   We were 13ish.   I laughed, and positioned my empty banana peel in a tire track in the middle of the road, and asked her, "Tact?"
End of story.
I still don't have much.  I try though, I really do.

 I know that spending time with my kids and grandkids is one thing that will get me to take time off.
Can you blame me???
And Roy, sweet boy that he is, he insists that I take time, for him, and for me.
We walk, and we walk, and we walk.  Every day.  I am actually shocked, and pleased, that walking has become, once again in my life, something that is so important to me, I plan it FIRST in my day.
I remember years ago, 22 years ago in fact, when I quit smoking....I am actually embarrassed to say that I ever did, but I did.  I started running, in a desperate attempt to redefine myself.  I ran from one telephone pole to the next, and then walked the next two, and kept doing it.  After a couple of weeks, my ankles were so swollen, the bones on either side were indistinguishable.  So one night when I was working in the Emergency Room at the local hospital, I asked a doctor that I knew well, what he thought of my ankles.  He scratched his head, and thought for a moment, and said, "I think you can run through this."
And I did.
Did I mention that said doctor was a marathon runner???  Hmm.  Must have slipped my mind.
A year later, I ran FOUR miles without stopping, without walking, an accomplishment that was worth all the pain.
I ran for about six years, before a knee injury made a walker out of me.  Unfortunately in the last few years, since my total knee replacement, I have been a slacker in the walking department, and as Eddie grew older, it was another excuse that kept me from it.
But now, Roy has changed ALL that.

I am trying not to stress too much about changes that I can do nothing about.  I am focusing on what I am going to weave, things I want to do, people I want to love.
And dreaming of the serenity of a pond in Maine.