Friday, September 16, 2011


Why is there so much to do, and so little time to do it in???
I have no idea when I found time to be a nurse.  Of course, that was before Crazy as a Loom, and all that the studio requires.
It's funny to me, that when I was working for someone else, I always knew when my days off were, and I anticipated them with gusto.
Now taking a day off is something that I have to beat myself to do.  What's up with that?

I know one thing, as I have gotten older, and OLDER........well, let's just say that the longer I have LIVED, the more I know what I like, and what I don't.  The lines are clearer, too, about what I will accept, and what I will avoid.
One of my childhood memories is of me and a friend who I totally adored, walking down the street, on a snowy evening.  The street lights had just come on, and it was snowing.
She said to me, "You don't have any tact, do you?"   We were 13ish.   I laughed, and positioned my empty banana peel in a tire track in the middle of the road, and asked her, "Tact?"
End of story.
I still don't have much.  I try though, I really do.

 I know that spending time with my kids and grandkids is one thing that will get me to take time off.
Can you blame me???
And Roy, sweet boy that he is, he insists that I take time, for him, and for me.
We walk, and we walk, and we walk.  Every day.  I am actually shocked, and pleased, that walking has become, once again in my life, something that is so important to me, I plan it FIRST in my day.
I remember years ago, 22 years ago in fact, when I quit smoking....I am actually embarrassed to say that I ever did, but I did.  I started running, in a desperate attempt to redefine myself.  I ran from one telephone pole to the next, and then walked the next two, and kept doing it.  After a couple of weeks, my ankles were so swollen, the bones on either side were indistinguishable.  So one night when I was working in the Emergency Room at the local hospital, I asked a doctor that I knew well, what he thought of my ankles.  He scratched his head, and thought for a moment, and said, "I think you can run through this."
And I did.
Did I mention that said doctor was a marathon runner???  Hmm.  Must have slipped my mind.
A year later, I ran FOUR miles without stopping, without walking, an accomplishment that was worth all the pain.
I ran for about six years, before a knee injury made a walker out of me.  Unfortunately in the last few years, since my total knee replacement, I have been a slacker in the walking department, and as Eddie grew older, it was another excuse that kept me from it.
But now, Roy has changed ALL that.

I am trying not to stress too much about changes that I can do nothing about.  I am focusing on what I am going to weave, things I want to do, people I want to love.
And dreaming of the serenity of a pond in Maine.


Anonymous said...

Love the picture of you and Roy Boy and your darling Grandaugher, isn't that what it is all about! hugs

Marsel said...

It's fun to see you on your blog every once in a while. :) That's a great picture (and you look great in that color!).

Rubye Jack said...

This is nice, and the picture is great.
I have no tact either, and have never really understood why one should need it.

Deb said...

I would die if I couldn't walk. My older sister has arthritis and uses a cane. Even then, she can only walk a short distance and then she has to rest. She is always in pain. She's only 68. Enjoy those walks, Hilary with that calming-force named Roy. Lovely picture of a sweet dog and a lovely lady with her grand-daughter. Worth framing, I'd say. Hugs

Karen said...

Love this portrait of you, Hilary. Says it all.

You've inspired me to get off my arse and start walking again. Why did I stop in the first place?!

Anonymous said...

Your story about tact reminded me of one of my co-workers introducing me to someone new: "This is Sue. She is brutally honest"! Life is too short to spend time beating around the bush!

Love the portrait with Roy. He's a lucky boy.

Anonymous said...

Pretty precious photo of the 3 of you there on the sofa. I love that Roy found you or vice versa.

Tact? Hell... I've never had any either. Have to really stop and think about what I'm going to say sometimes before letting the words out. Nope... no tact here.

Anonymous said...

Hi. The final photo of the lake is so's like instant serenity... the undulation of the waves and the images of trees in the water. Nice post. It makes me want to go for a walk and it's night here! Jane
Jane Tims

rubyslipperz1052 said...

Trying to not think about the things I can't's taken me more than 50 years to become better at this task! I have embarked on a goal to walk on my treadmill 3 mi/day for 6 days a week. I did it for 7 weeks and then a 10 vacation put a HUGE dent in my resolve and discipline that I had gained.

Now...I'm working back to the goal again...

I really appreciate your post! It's honest and inspiring for me. thank you!


sharon said...

it's nice to have a friend like Roy isn't it? Love that last picture. Everyone seems content!

michelle said...

Oh he looks like such a sweet, sweet dog.....when I think of the miles I have walked the last 13 years with my sweet lab it makes me smile. Dogs are so great for us!

Sue said...

Love this post, I think a lot of us are here, except you have taken me back to my childhood with the looper loom. I loved making potholders as a kid and I am back at it again - guess what everyone is getting for Christmas.

Andie said...

Hi Hilary, I am wondering if you could help me. I am trying to warp an old Union Loom, but have had a dickens of a time. I tried using a spool rack and tension box and it did not work well, then I tried putting the spools on the loom on the pegs and using the tension box and that did not go well. The loom did not come with the Warping Guide that i can see in the manual on some pictures, but I don't know what that is - it looks like a metal attachement but is it a small reed or something? How do you warp yours up? Thanks! ANdie

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