Well, I finally did it........I had the MRI. It's done, and over with.
Let me just say that there isn't much I hate as intensely as I hate that.
But I got through it, and I am happy to have it behind me.
When my doctor reviews it, we're going to have a SKYPE appointment, which is a lot better than driving to Great Neck, NY.
Waiting to hear the results may prove to be a little nerve wracking.
Well, not for everyone, it seems.
Yup, there are those near and dear to me, who will not stress one MINUTE about my MRI results, or anything else, for that matter.
Guess there are lessons to be learned here.
L and I did get quite a bit done this week.
We emptied this old cupboard.
And we put half of the 8/2 unmercerized cotton stash in it.
The rest is in another cupboard.
Wow, I have a lot of 8/2. More than I realized.
Organizing is a good thing.
I wound another warp for the Baby Wolf, to do MORE point twill towels on, since I am addicted to them right now.
And then I wound it on over the loom.
Why you ask?
Well, I didn't want to have to thread it again.......so I cut the threads on either side of the harnesses, tied them in big knots, and let them hang........when I get the warp wound onto the back beam, I will tie it on to the old warp, which is hanging right in front of the brown paper roll if you look closely.
Then I will jiggle the knots through the heddles, and resley the reed.
It sounds hard, but it is easier than rethreading all those heddles.
These are my birthday flowers.....they make the whole studio smell like spring.
And even though I have days that are less than stellar, I am still hopeful.
I'm not always even sure where it comes from, this crazy hope, this wild dream that things will once again feel normal.
But it gets me through the day, so I'll take it.