|From Crazy as a Loom|
I think this guy is a real smart
Truth is, my camera battery is STILL charging.
Can you believe that?
It was 50 degrees here in northeast New York, and raining sideways all day.
I spent a considerable amount of time, trying to figure out which pieces of the new loom were what.
Someone took the entire loom apart, piece by piece. Usually, some sections are left intact. But not this one. Every piece is wrapped individually in newspaper, from 1986.
Yeah. What does that tell you??
Poor neglected loom.
It is a 45" Hammett, counterbalance loom, that does in fact look like it has been used hardly at all. If my camera was working, I would take a picture of the pile of boards that it is now, so you can be duly impressed when I get it together.
Maybe I will do that tomorrow.
But today, I had to quit early to take my mother to the dentist, and by the time I got home, I honestly just didn't want to go back out and get soaking wet all over again.
So I made some tea, and some corn meal muffins instead. That seemed like a likely option. They turned out great, too. Dense and chewy, just the way I like them.
Now I need to make some chili to go with them.
Tomorrow I have some help coming to unload a huge truckload of loopers. I am hoping that the rain lets up.
I got to thinking today about how age changes your perception.
When you are in your 30's, you can't really imagine being in your 60's. It is a lifetime away. You just know that you have TONS of time. Your children will stay young, and so will you. You make decisions based on the minute, sure that you will never get far enough away from them to see them from a different perspective.
I remember wanting to put an addition on my house.....I had three kids in the house at the time, 13, 14, and 7. There was only one bathroom, and we were feeling the crunch. Mornings were a nightmare. My best friend said simply....."don't do it."
I was indignant. What did she mean? What reason could there be not to do it???
But I listened to her, and to my finances, and I didn't do it. We coped. We got through it.
You know the upshot, right?
In a short, short short eleven years, my youngest went to college, and the house had grown big enough after all. Empty bedrooms, no one fighting for the bathroom, room for a studio. Time did what time does. It passed. Things changed. My life changed, along with my priorities.
Now, when I am tempted to grump about having to drive my 85 year old mother to the dentist, and then to the doctor's, and then to the store, when she hands me a package of sausage, "Here, cook these," leaving me standing there with my mouth open, I recalculate.
Being her age is NOT so difficult for me to imagine anymore. Knowing what I know. Seeing myself in the mirror every morning. The jump is not as hard to make.
So I cook sausages, and hope someday to have someone to cook them for me, someone who will smile and joke, "You're pretty high maintenance, you are."