It's time.

Moving has been stressful in a few ways.
Roy has been a little nervous, but seems to be adapting.
He has his chair, he has the fire, he goes for walks, sleeps in the bed, gets his greenie treats after dinner.
So he's not too shaken by it all.
Oh, and his fenced yard is four times the size of his previous one.  Poor pup.

Miss Puss has been mad.  Just plain mad.  She has stayed out of sight pretty much since Friday, except for late in the evening, she ventured out in the living room, to perch on the couch and glare at Roy sleeping across the room.
Until last night.
Apparently, she decided to let him know that the queen was present.

She rolled and showed off right in front of him, keeping an eye on him all the time.
She's fine.

Sydney on the other hand, has been unwavering in her attention to anyone who might pet her and appreciate her finer qualities.

She walks right by Roy as if she has had a dog in the house forever.

"What's the big deal?"

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My two feral kitties, Kizzy and Jinks, are not  feeling quite so warm and fuzzy about it all.

Kizzy ventures down, but if Roy moves or blinks, Kizzy is gone.

Jinks was not seen all weekend long, in fact, I put food  upstairs in the loft,  because she wouldn't come down.

Then this morning, while drinking my coffee on the couch, she appeared in the living room.  She jumped up on the chair opposite Roy, and gave him a look.  She jumped down, and disappeared into the kitchen.

She did this about 6 more times, until finally she settled and curled up there for quite awhile.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

She's going to be ok.  She just needs time.

This week is devoted to getting everything ready for a BIG Saturday garage sale at the old house.

When I had enough of it and  finished for the day, I took Roy to the Lock down the road for a walk.

 

It was a beautiful day.

Yesterday I started treatment with a new doctor.
I am getting OMT, or osteopathic manipulative treatments.

 
I have no idea what he did, but last night and today are the  BEST headache days I have had in 6 weeks.
He says he thinks he can help me with my headaches and neck pain.

 I am game for it.
I am so done with the medical community about my head, and don't ever want to see the inside of an OR again.

My dream of being able to STAY HOME and weave and just be retired is getting closer.
Soon.
Soon.

 Soon, I won't have to get in the car and drive anywhere if I don't want to.
I can weave and stay put.
Heart be still.

All in all, I am ready for it, the downsizing, the simpler life.
I guess it really did take a "brain reboot" to slow me down.

 Funny, though, how what you thought was so important 10, or 20 years ago, really isn't important at all anymore.
Funny, how life changes.
I think you have to know when to change with it.

There's a right time.
I think this is the right time for me.

Finally/At last.

Moving to the studio has been my dream since I bought the old house 10 years ago.  Unbelievably, it is happening.

 I woke up early, to the sounds of birds outside my window.
I went down to the living room and spent some time cuddling with Roy-boy.
We watched the sun come up and fill the living room with the loveliest, soft light.

 I have pictures to put up, things to put away, but it is remarkably organized so far.  It didn't hurt that I brought those 50 some odd containers over in March and April, and put it all away.

Roy was a little uneasy, being overnight in a different place, and a walk was just what he needed.
This is my new view walking.

 I love it.

Can I repeat myself here?
I love it.

Roy loved it, too.
I know him.

I decided to somewhat take the day off.  There is plenty to do to clean up our 'old' house, and get it ready to sell.
But today, not so much.
I putzed around a bit, with this and that.
Put my clothes away, cleaned off the kitchen counter, stuff like that.
Took a little nap.

 There are a few containers sitting around, and I will go through them one at a time, until I  have finished them.

Over in the weaving studio part of my house, I made some changes.
I wanted to be able to relax here, and have friends over, to a quiet TV-less, part of my home.

Just a couple of comfy chairs.

Lois had this brilliant idea to fold up the 2 Schachts, and store them along the wall until you are actually using them.  It works.

This is where I get to sit back and enjoy it.
I can't wait until the other house is sold, and finally, I have one house on my radar, one to worry about, one to maintain.
Sounds kind of like heaven.

Crying UNCLE.

With congestion and coughing and generally feeling miserable for going on SIX weeks, I finally said "enough", and went to Acute Care this morning.
Now armed with Levaquin, Prednisone, and Claritin, I am hoping to feel way better very soon.

I have way too much to do to be sick.

In an effort to downsize my weaving business, and make the "studio" a more welcoming place for us to live, I bit the bullet and said goodbye to more looms.  I already sold the Cranbrook and the Macomber last fall.
A week ago, I sold my Union 36 to a good friend.  Lois and I even put a 50 yard warp on it,  delivered it to her an hour away, put it together for her, threaded and sleyed it, so it is ready for her to weave on.
Then a few days later,  I sent my two Reed Ideal production looms to Ohio, with a passionate and younger version of myself.
I didn't feel sad, oddly. 
It's certainly a big change for me, and a huge change for Crazy as a Loom.

This is now my only rug loom, my all time fave, the Union Custom.

Lois and I are jointly weaving an order on it.

What's odd, and actually quite cool, is that when I took two rugs off, one she wove, and one I wove, I couldn't tell the difference.

 

When we finish the order, we'll be moving the Union Custom in where one of the Reed Ideal's was.

 

For those of you who have followed this blog, you know that my living room at the studio was a burnt orange, actually the color was "Florentine Clay".
But it's been on the walls since I bought the house, so I decided that it was time for a change, and besides it didn't go with my living room furniture.

This is "familiar beige".  My mother would have loved it.  She was the Queen of Beige.

 

 I can't wait to get it organized, and comfortable.

One of my dilemmas is framed photos.  I have about 30 of them.
I hate marking up the walls, and I really think I want a "not so cluttered" look.
I am wondering if I could get them all scanned and put on a flash drive.
Then I could put it in my digital screen, and have a slide show.

The other thing I am wondering about, is what to do with the windows.  I am not a fan of curtains.
But then the house is on a main highway.  It would be nice to have a little privacy when the lights are on.
I have balloon shades now, but I  want to see what else is available.

All in all, this is going to be a very busy week.  I hope to soon be able to kick back and take some time for myself.
That's my goal.

Slogging on.

I can't believe it has been so long since I've done a blog post.

This virus/headcold/congestion/bronchitis has been the WORST thing I've had in a while.
It has been a good FOUR weeks, and I am still not really over it.

I slog along, I get stuff done, though I wouldn't brag on any of it.  I haven't even seen much of my sweet baby Dale.  I sure didn't want to give it to her.

 I finally went to the doctor, because the coughing was making my head threaten to explode.
While I was waiting for the doctor to come in, I saw this on the wall.

For a moment, I couldn't take my eye off it.  It spoke to me.
The lake, some trees, a big rock.  
The day my life changed forever.

I guess I should have that picture on my wall, not that I need a reminder.
Somehow though, it took me right back to that day.

I haven't been weaving, giving the "old" hip a break.
But there's so much else I need to do, that I don't even have time to think about it.

I spent one whole day cleaning the porch at the studio.
That's our shipping area, and we really can't do without it.

 I was going for the Martha Stewart look here.  What do you think?

Kidding.

Big things are happening at the studio.
Here's the  new refrigerator that we ordered. (minus the scratch)

And...........drum roll please.

An extension on the porch.  And.........

my brand new Nordic Retreat hot tub.

HEART BE STILL.

Spring has finally arrived in the north country, although never say never.  It could still snow.

Sometimes, you just have to do what you can, and keep the faith that it will get better.

And there's always Dale.

What a gift.