Crazy as a Loom

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Checking in from Acadia.

Early mornings here at the lake mean you can get online to blog if you do it before anyone else decides to use up the band width.

I was up at 5am to get photos of the sunrise, sitting on the dock, listening to the loon swimming by.  But the sunrise was not that impressive, and so my photos were not earth shattering.






It was still lovely though.


Yesterday we went to Acadia.   The kids wanted to see Thunder Hole.
To say that it was MOBBED would be an understatement.  It was crazed.
The lady at the booth took my license, and didn't give it back.  I didn't realize it until too late, and the Park Loop Road is one way at that spot.  But when I got to the gift shop at Thunder Hole, they radioed back for me, and one of the rangers brought it up to me, saving me the trip all around the loop, to fetch it.   She was very apologetic.  I was thrilled that it was that easy to get it back.

The mist was heavy, and visibility not good.   I am not showing you pictures of the masses of tourists scaling the rocks.   We didn't stay there long, it was actually uncomfortable to me, as beautiful as it was.





So we went around the loop to Jordan Pond House, which was also very populated.  We decided to hike the trail around the pond, much to the chagrin of my 4 grands.  Despite some whingeing,  they did a great job of it.


Does it get more beautiful than this????


The park is  a marvelous place, but there are parts of it, most of it, that are just so popular that it is nearly impossible to find pure quiet.
Which to me is sad.


Maybe October.   Mid week.


The weather was really perfect, and the sun was warm.


I am always bringing up the rear, since I am the one taking pictures.  I always joke that years from now, my kids will say.............where is Mom in all these photos????  
Oh, yeah, she was taking them.

It was a pretty easy 3.5 mile walk......these boards seemed to go on forever, and took all my attention.

The hardest part was a section of rocks, which I did NOT take any pictures of.  I was too busy being vewy, vewy careful.  You know my history with ROCKS.


Soaking up these views make one very grateful to just be alive.


 By the time we got back, they were starting to serve DINNER at Jordan Pond House, so popovers on the lawn were out.
So instead we headed back to Ellsworth to Hannaford to shop for dinner.

Saying goodbye to the Bubbles.

I think this is an awesome idea.   No more plastic bottles, I say.



Monday, July 28, 2014

Update

 So far this summer has been trying......trying to get me to take the bridge.

But I'm holding on, by my fingertips some days tis true, but I am.

April, May, into June, I felt almost normal.  My headaches were so manageable, I got a little "heady".  Sorry, couldn't resist.
If I can't find the humor in all this, I will certainly go mad.

Anyway, about four weeks ago, thereabouts, cause I get sick of keeping track, my headache ramped up to an 7-10, and has stayed right there, day in and day out, 24/7, despite any attempts on my part to dampen it.
Did the hated MRI thing a week ago Friday, but think my doctor is on vacay, and so have no results as of today.

Still, I persevere, and try to go down life's little lane, as if all was well.
The alternative, to throw in the towel, is just not in my nature.

So, as planned since last winter, I am in Maine with two of my three daughters, and four of my five grands.
I tried to leave my headache home with Roy and DH, but it insisted on coming along.
Who can argue?


The house we rented is fully equipped......500 ft of lake frontage,  plenty of kayaks and equipment.


Loons on the lake, that lull one to sleep.
(If and when the gang has given up on their raucous game of ping pong in the basement)


 Sketchy internet.  Only getting this post done, because it is just past the crack of dawn, and I am the ony one using the band width.

But such a small price to pay for this.



It is actually  disturbing to me, when I realize how super "connected" we need to be.

So other than this blog post, and a couple of pics posted to FB at rare intervals, I am trying to "disconnect".




I don't want to miss what is REALLY going on.


I think sometimes we forget, that before we were so attached by the invisible strings of social media, that there was a bigger connection.
A better one.



Lying here in the sun, loons and ducks cavorting around me, in absolute quiet, takes me back to a time, not so long ago, when life was simpler.
And isn't that what "vacation" is all about?




Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Checking in.


When I was at Convergence, I got to  see a Cold Mangle in action, at the Vavstuga booth.
It was very impressive, but since I don't have one, and  this one was a gift from my cousin, I am now the proud owner of an antique mangle.  And it gets HOT.  I am going to use it to press my woven towels and such, if I can figure it out.
I think it has some issues, but hopefully we can work them out.



For some reason, it appeals to me.




Every now and again, as if my daily headache weren' t enough, I get the jagged light in my right eye, which has always been the "aura" I have experienced when getting a major migraine.
It happened yesterday, so I took some Motrin, and headed upstairs to lie down.

You don't see much of Kizzy, my manx kitty.  He isn't exactly sociable.

But if you lie down anywhere at the studio, Kizzy is quick to join you.



He is a handsome boy.  And he has a sweet disposition, with everyone.

He likes to push on me with his feet.  It did not keep me awake.
I am not by nature a napper, unless it's for a migraine.
Then I am.
Kizzy stayed with me for the whole time.


L and I did some serious cleaning and organizing this week.
Look what we found.





I couldn't wait for my treadles to come, so I sent DH to Lowe's.
Until my "real" treadles come, these work just fine.

And I am loving this band loom.
Do I need another addiction, really?????




This is too much fun.



Sunday, July 20, 2014

Black B................?

Having MY head is a lesson in "one day at a time".
Never knowing what tomorrow will be like teaches me to savor today, some days more than others.


Some friends and I made the trip to Providence, RI, to "Convergence", HGA's International Fiber Conference.  It is a week long collection of exhibits and classes, with a huge vendor hall.  It happens every two years, and is hosted in a different city every time.
It is the first time I have been.  I didn't sign up for classes, not knowing if my head would make that an enjoyable or painful venture.  Luckily, L and I and friends were up for a day trip.

I didn't take pictures, too busy looking at everything.  I will say, however, that I was disappointed.   I expected "grand".   There were several vendors that I enjoyed meeting, and talking to.  There were some lovely yarns and looms, but it paled even in comparison to the yearly Rhinebeck Sheep Show in Rhinebeck, NY.  And it shouldn't have.
So I'm glad I went, but doubt that I would travel any further than that to go again.

I did treat myself to a Glimakra band loom, but when I got it home and put it together, it was missing some parts, most importantly, the treadles.  
More disappointment, I'm afraid.

 
I have been enjoying my little garden at the studio.......it has amazed me so far with its bounty.

I complained last year that I didn't have any zucchini.
That WON'T be the case this year.


And cucumbers, oh my.   I never expected this.


But why, why, why did I plant so many summer squash.
 





I made some pickles already.  Trying out some different recipes.
 


On the chicken front, there is some big news.  Remember I told you about Black Betty, the bossy b****, who seemed to be in charge????  Well, the other morning, while I was feeding them, I heard this awful sound, and thought it was an animal trying to get in the chicken run.  It was ar...ar..ar..ar...ar
and then again.
I went outside, and there was the culprit.  Black Betty BART, learning how to crow.
How did I miss that comb growing on the top of HIS head?

Ay yi yi yi yi.

So, the sweet sign made for me by a lovely lady, Elly, is not entirely  'accurate'.
But it's perfect, all the same.



Monday, July 14, 2014

Keeping busy

I have to keep busy...it helps.

So every day I do what I can. 


 This rug was woven by L.....and I love the way it turned out.
I think she had some help choosing the colors, just sayin.


Here it is on the floor.



I finished a couple of rugs, one I had started earlier in the week.  This one is denim and flannel.




And this one is all jeans, but colored ones.


I was telling my daughter today, that just a couple of years ago, I was totally immersed in my business.  Making Crazy as a Loom successful.  Making it bigger, better.  Putting all of my energy into it.
Then I hit my head, and you know the rest of the story.

Today my priorities have changed.   I love my studio, it is a very special place.  I still love to weave.
But perspective is an incredible thing.
A few days of a TEN headache, makes me so appreciate an 8.

I am grateful for knowing what I know today. Knowing what matters most.
 It wasn't easy getting here.

But I'm here.




Friday, July 11, 2014

And the beat goes on.....

I apologize for my slack/lack of blog posts lately.

It seems that life has a way, sometimes, of pushing you this way and that.  Sometimes, you can resist, and sometimes, not.

You know I try to keep it real, so to let you think that everything is hunky dory, would be dishonest of me.
Life is full of trials and tribulations.  Surprises.  Beginnings, endings, twists in the road.

Today is day 8 of a smashing, miserable headache.  I have had a couple of awesome months, with headaches that stayed in the 2-4 zone.  Oh, occasionally they would ramp up, but for just a day, and I could handle that.
This time, not so much.  I have kayaked and woven rugs, and persisted, but to do that, when your head is an 8-9, well, let's just say it is exhausting.
Nothing helps.  No medication.  No rest.  No heat.  NADA. Nothing.

And of course the voice whispers softly about what it "might" mean.
I pray for weather to be the cause.  But I have my doubts.

To say that I am tired of all this "headiness" would be an understatement.


Watching baby Dale was a challenge with this head, but I had my two grand girls, 9 and 10, and they were so helpful.

I needed some help, cause this girl was on the move.

Scrabble, anyone???   With her yoga toes.


And yes, I am thinking maybe it is time for an MRI, to see what is going on in my head, if anything.
I really hope there is nothing in there.
Nothing that doesn't belong in there.


Yesterday, Lois and I wove this.    I think that it actually took my mind off the pain.   And it is no worse, or better, if I sit still, or I do something.
It just depends on whether I can push myself to get beyond it.  Sometimes I can, and sometimes I just can't.



Here it is from the other end.
58"x 94"........a good day's work, I'd say.

Right now, I am concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.
Being grateful for those I love, and who love me.
Making a conscious decision not to trouble trouble, until it troubles me.
Hoping for the strength to do whatever comes my way.


Sunday, July 6, 2014

Paddling the river.

Could you ask for better weather???  I don't think so.
Out on the water today, with a motley crew.  


 I loved the American flag, strung out over the river.



Can't get as close as I would like, but this isn't bad.  He's a handsome one.




I've had a nasty headache for two days, but I've been determined not to let it slow me down too much.




Of course, there's always the worry, that it has come back to stay.
I can't go there.


 So I keep trudging on, one foot in front of the other, one day at a time, counting my blessings,
every single one.


Family is #1 on my list of things to be thankful for.


And I am, every single day.


As we were paddling down the river, I turned to my grandson, to take his picture.  I got less than an exuberant response.
Nothing I said was working.
Finally, I said to him, " Bulletin:  Mean boy paddles the Schroon River."




That worked.


Being with the people you love, that love you, that's all that really matters.
Headache be damned.


Welcome to my world.

Because every thread counts

Because every thread counts