Well, it didn't actually fall off, it just felt like it was going to. My visit to the doctor went pretty much as I expected, but the prescription for my diagnosed sinus infection did not make it to the pharmacy as planned.
After a couple of hours delay, I was finally able to pick it up, but by that time, I barely managed to get myself to bed.
Today, it is a bit better, still the headache, but the beginnings of relief.
I have so much to do in the next few weeks, and I need to be at my best.
Back at the loom.
We need a stack of Solmate sock rugs, blue jean rugs, red and green placemats for Christmas, plus all kinds of kits made up. We have a list, a scary list. And we only have 3 weeks to get it all done.
Covering your eyes up will not help.
See the mess I make?? I always tried to tell my daughters that it was my 'creative muse' that left such crazy piles in our house. They never did believe me.
It is good to have goals, and things to work towards. And right now we have that. Sometimes though, I have to back off, and have none for awhile.
Usually after the first weekend in December, which is the Country Christmas Open House, it is time for a break.
Time to put that warp on the loom that I have been dreaming of, the one that will challenge me, and pull me out of my comfort zone.
When it gets bitter cold, and the world outside is white, only the sun through the windows while I weave, and the roar of the pellet stove, make it all OK.
I try to keep that in mind.
Many of the windows in the house have wavy glass, and I have purposely not replaced those windows. They have been here for 200+ years, and far be it from me to remove them.
I tried and tried to get a good photo to show you, and finally go this one.
Whenever I start to feel bad about getting so old, I think about this old house, with its wavy glass, its glowing pitch pine floors, the original doors and hardware, and everything that makes it so special. I think about all the good energy I feel here every day.
And then I think maybe getting older isn't so bad after all. Maybe like antiques, we just get more valuable.