Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Life in the slow lane

I never thought my life would come to the imperceptible snail-like pace it has devolved into.  I had so many activities that I was waiting for retirement to indulge in, but I hadn't an inkling (who would?) that my body would pull the rug out from under me and make simple tasks seem like major achievements. Today I took a shower and washed my hair, and wound two hanks of yarn into knittable cakes using my ball winder and swift. That's it. Making a sandwich and heating up a can of clam chowder was dinner. I can shuffle/stumble/stagger around the house without my walker but am super cautious.  I haven't fallen in 3 weeks and would like to increase that to a month at least. Aside from those Everest heights, I read, sleep and watch TV. Oh, and go to an unending stream of doctor and other health related appointments. A thrill a minute here.

To indulge anybody still there who has an interest in my fibre pursuits, I am knitting a pair of socks for Miz B, and about to try some simple lace scarves. I almost have a jacket ready to sew together. I am spinning a Romney and mohair blend that seems to go on forever. I have decided to abandon weaving because there is even less possibility of me being able to get on the floor and tie up the treadles on the loom. As mentioned before I will go back to quilting, and maybe finish the needlepoint project I have been supposedly working on for about 10 years.

I would literally not still be here without my cats.  They love me unconditionally, and anybody who says only dogs do that has never met my two furry children. The Imp turns 12 this month and Max 2 and they have completely different personalities aside from both being Burmese. The Imp is like a limpet who can sense a vacant lap from the other end of the house and immediately fills the void. She is mostly silent, chunky, and polished pewter. Max is long and lanky, full of energy, always hungry, and extremely vocal. Unfortunately, he doesn't have a normal cat-like voice but squeaks like a dog's chew toy. We have long conversations in his squeaky language but I don't know what we are talking about.  He's got beautiful chocolate Burmese colouring, big golden eyes, and a huge purr.  He chews through cords, loves his pet pig, which he is unstuffing, and carries a cat bed around the house, despite it being almost as big as he is.

There. no bee in my bonnet tonight. Just an attempt to let you know what goes on here. I hope there isn't another rare disorder out there with my name on it and that I continue to improve from my immuno globulin infusions. Five more monthly doses and I will be done  Since nobly knows for sure how they work in curing things I have no way of knowing what the next five months will be like.

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