Moving on to March

I spent a quiet few hours at the studio, threading my 8 harness Baby Wolf for point twill dish towels.
It was  guaranteed to require lots of heat to my neck when I was finished. But I knew that.
And it's done, and I am ready to weave more dish towels on it.

I love when February is over.  The anticipation of spring is palpable.  March can be as crappy as it wants to be, but we know that the ground is warming up, the days are getting longer, the birds are singing different songs, and SOON, very soon, being outside will be such joy.

I don't know about you, but I always get antsy in the spring.  This is the time of year I want to move the furniture, tear down a wall or two, add something on somewhere , in general change things up.
I'm not sure if you could call it spring fever, but somehow the time is ripe with possibilities.

Over the winter, I have done a lot of thinking about this year, wanting it to be so much better than last year.  If my head cooperates, I plan on doing some hiking, and a whole lot of kayaking.  I can barely wait.   I have a list of ponds that are calling out to me, and many evenings find me poring over google maps of the Adirondacks.
I am not going to work SEVEN days a week all through the most wonderful weather.  Nor am I going to work SIX.
I am going to really concentrate on putting value and substance into my "days off"..............and I am really going to take those days OFF, and not just talk about them.

I don't know how long this life is for.  We never do.  It's a game of cards, and you just don't ever really know what hand will be dealt to you next.
I found that out the hard way.

I have many times gone over that day hiking with my daughter and two of my grands.  August 11, 2011.
It was a beautiful day, and we hiked for a long time.  When we got down to the lake, I took that fateful last photo, of my grandson in the water.  Then I took my camera off, and set it down, and put my right foot (with Teva on) into the water.
It was over in a nano second.  I don't remember flying through the air, I only remember the pain in my head when I hit, and the sudden realization that this was not good, in fact, this was REALLY bad.
And right then, my life changed direction, forever.
I'm not complaining.  It is what it is.   I could have died from the impact.  I didn't.   I'm here.
I am just making commentary on how quickly, how unexpectedly, and how profoundly, your life can change at any given moment.
We are always hearing advice about living in the now.  Some of us will.   Some of us won't.
And regardless of what we do, time will go racing ahead anyway.

Personally, I am trying to pay attention.
Every.  Day.

 There is no way to tell when the next "nano second" will occur.

And for all of you who have worried about my continuing headache, I got an answer from the doctor.
It's MRI time.
I can't tell you how much I dread getting another MRI.  But I will do it, just to know.