As one of the side effects of my myriad conditions, I suffer from insomnia. I have battled it since at least the 1980's and it got worse when I got fibromyalgia. Now it raises its ugly head about one day (or night) out of three. I went through wrangles with the pharmaceutical control board who decided, in their infinite wisdom and lack of knowledge of my conditions, that I didn't need my sleeping pills any more. Had there been an alternative that worked I gladly would have taken it but I haven't found one yet. Now that I'm back of the original dosage, I can hope to sleep sometimes. Tonight's not one of them. I hope to sleep before 7AM.
In the battle with awakeness, I have learned how to drink hard liquor, or spirits as they are called here. I was never able to drink straight spirits until recently and I eased into it, first trying single malt scotchs until I found several I liked (all expensive). I've also found some types of bourbon, tequila, and small batch rums that are quite tasty drunk straight. Mind you I never drink very much. Maybe two fingers (of something expensive) at a time. (Tonight it's a small batch Bundaberg rum which I think I bought as duty free.) I used to be exclusively a white wine drinker. Then the Bear and I became home brewers and made damn fine British style ales and porters. When he became diabetic we stopped that. I still drink craft beer when I have it and I've even found one brand of Swedish cider I like. When J comes to visit we often have a bottle of wine open or share a bottle of cider (it comes in big bottles).
I try, as has been mentioned before to have a BBBB -- big boring bedtime book, that is designed to turn my brain off and let me sleep. That book at the moment is Tories about Loyalists/Royalists during the Revolutionary War. I was wondering if any of my ancestors were in their number, aside from David Hotchkiss who emigrated to Canada around 1800 and fought for the British in the War of 1812. But so far the book is at a higher level than individuals unless they were someone important. It's interesting at any rate to find out how the colonial population was split and that in some ways it was a civil war although the British viewed it as uppity rebels taking up arms against their betters.They didn't let the Tories fight against the American rebels unless they had already been commissioned in the British Army.
I am feeling very stupid for letting myself get talked into a scam last week because I was having difficulty with the functionality of an app on my iPad. Foolishly I connected to a service provider (using the term very loosely) who insisted I was suffering from a security breach on my laptop when my laptop was fine and I ended up forking over several hundred dollars for remedies that they promised would solve my problem. It didn't because it wasn't a security breach but a bug in the app I was trying to use and they couldn't fix it at all. I felt very stupid after I poked around and found the company was linked to reports of scams but I followed J's advice and left bad reviews every place I could and miraculously I got a refund of those hundreds of dollars. NEVER agree to pay anybody large sums of money without doing research about the company. I was stupid and I'll never do that again.
J and I are in a spasm of automotive lust. This is not a new phenomenon for me, as I loved cars since I was a small child, but now I know a lot more, through watching shows on Foxtel, and reading books and magazines about cars, their relative merits, lusting after expensive supercars like Lamborghinis and Bugattis and learning about the finer points of paddle shifting and naturally aspirated v-12 engines. I'll never afford any of these $100K+ beauties. If I am forced to trade in my Mazda 3 it will only be because I need a bigger car to transport an a\electric mobility scooter.
Thursday, January 18, 2018
Friday, June 30, 2017
In a day, it will be ten years since I lost my soulmate and one true love. I still miss him every day but I have also adjusted to living alone. I don't like it. I'm lonely, even when talking to J for an hour or more every day. His visits are precious but can't compare to having company daily. He waits on me hand and foot when he's here, when normally getting up for a glass of tea would be a major effort.
I've been struggling lately and I don't know which of my various ailments is dragging me down the worst. I'm not depressed as much as worn out. I am extremely tired all the time and even the simplest activities wear me down to the point where I either can't get out of bed or I just sit and stare. I broke my left shoulder on Easter weekend and that was the most painful thing I think I've experienced. I fell opening the fridge door and landed right on the point of my shoulder. They say bone pain is worst and I can agree. I was in a sling for about a month and am now working on range of motion. That hurt like hell to begin with but now isn't too bad. Tuesday I get more physio with no doubt more painful exercises. The pain went all the way down my arm (I broke my humerus in two places) and into my forearm, wrist and hand. The left hand and wrist are where the worst arthritis is. Not having a left arm made my balance even worse. I had to hold onto everything I could. I've fallen repeatedly and the ambos are very nice even if I get a horrendous bill for it (covered by insurance). With weak knees and shoulders there's no way I can haul myself up. I wear a medic alert button and the service also calls D who gets here quickly enough to get the door open and the lights on for the ambos. It's been better for my balance to be out of the sling but the left arm is still weak and sore, so I can't rely on it for holding me up. I can still walk short distances but the moment I stop, I'm very unsteady. I went back to my neurologist to ask him why I have seen no improvement in my symptoms since February. I still can't move my toes, for example. He wants me to finish this last round of IVIG (only two more left) and then go off it for three months to see what happens. This is sound treatment from what I read. (BTW, the Facebook CIDP group is a great source of information for any of you Facebook haters. If you have a rare disease, how can you contact others like you?) He also said there is a possibility that this is as good as it gets. It's all in those toes that I need for balance. I read about "improvement" for patients but "cure" is another matter. I am trying to get my head around being in a wheelchair for going out. (I've bought one but it hasn't been delivered yet.) I can walk, but the instant I stop, I'm in real danger of falling which would mean calling an ambulance. I haven't been out to shop anywhere except going to the chemist in a year. My knees are always weak and I've also buckled under and ordered an electric lift chair/recliner. I have a 2-seater recliner but my legs are too weak to push the recliner extension back into place.
Right now, my unsteadiness makes everything an obstacle to overcome. Getting laundry out of the washer, feeding the cats, microwaving dinner and getting it to the table. I get groceries delivered. I am currently unable to spin or knit because I can't hold my left arm up for long periods of time, but I'm improving. Even typing is hard (one time when predictive text is a godsend). I sleep a lot, read a fair bit, geek over Rush, watch TV (either DVDs, Foxtel, or Netflix). My fur babies are a source of affection, annoyance and beauty. The Imp loves to sleep on my shoulder as much as she can. Max has learned the pleasures of sitting in my lap, although the Imp boots him off if she wants it. Max still squeaks a lot or howls when he's feeling lonely.
J is due to return in September. His earlier planned visit got postponed due to work but he got here right after I broke my shoulder which is when I needed it the most. As usual I would love company but the house is a mess. I keep it clean through my cleaner angel but clutter is hard to manage when moving around the house is dangerous. The garden is a shambles but maybe by next summer I'll be able to stick a few plants in the ground. Thank goodness I got all major renovations done before this.
I've been struggling lately and I don't know which of my various ailments is dragging me down the worst. I'm not depressed as much as worn out. I am extremely tired all the time and even the simplest activities wear me down to the point where I either can't get out of bed or I just sit and stare. I broke my left shoulder on Easter weekend and that was the most painful thing I think I've experienced. I fell opening the fridge door and landed right on the point of my shoulder. They say bone pain is worst and I can agree. I was in a sling for about a month and am now working on range of motion. That hurt like hell to begin with but now isn't too bad. Tuesday I get more physio with no doubt more painful exercises. The pain went all the way down my arm (I broke my humerus in two places) and into my forearm, wrist and hand. The left hand and wrist are where the worst arthritis is. Not having a left arm made my balance even worse. I had to hold onto everything I could. I've fallen repeatedly and the ambos are very nice even if I get a horrendous bill for it (covered by insurance). With weak knees and shoulders there's no way I can haul myself up. I wear a medic alert button and the service also calls D who gets here quickly enough to get the door open and the lights on for the ambos. It's been better for my balance to be out of the sling but the left arm is still weak and sore, so I can't rely on it for holding me up. I can still walk short distances but the moment I stop, I'm very unsteady. I went back to my neurologist to ask him why I have seen no improvement in my symptoms since February. I still can't move my toes, for example. He wants me to finish this last round of IVIG (only two more left) and then go off it for three months to see what happens. This is sound treatment from what I read. (BTW, the Facebook CIDP group is a great source of information for any of you Facebook haters. If you have a rare disease, how can you contact others like you?) He also said there is a possibility that this is as good as it gets. It's all in those toes that I need for balance. I read about "improvement" for patients but "cure" is another matter. I am trying to get my head around being in a wheelchair for going out. (I've bought one but it hasn't been delivered yet.) I can walk, but the instant I stop, I'm in real danger of falling which would mean calling an ambulance. I haven't been out to shop anywhere except going to the chemist in a year. My knees are always weak and I've also buckled under and ordered an electric lift chair/recliner. I have a 2-seater recliner but my legs are too weak to push the recliner extension back into place.
Right now, my unsteadiness makes everything an obstacle to overcome. Getting laundry out of the washer, feeding the cats, microwaving dinner and getting it to the table. I get groceries delivered. I am currently unable to spin or knit because I can't hold my left arm up for long periods of time, but I'm improving. Even typing is hard (one time when predictive text is a godsend). I sleep a lot, read a fair bit, geek over Rush, watch TV (either DVDs, Foxtel, or Netflix). My fur babies are a source of affection, annoyance and beauty. The Imp loves to sleep on my shoulder as much as she can. Max has learned the pleasures of sitting in my lap, although the Imp boots him off if she wants it. Max still squeaks a lot or howls when he's feeling lonely.
J is due to return in September. His earlier planned visit got postponed due to work but he got here right after I broke my shoulder which is when I needed it the most. As usual I would love company but the house is a mess. I keep it clean through my cleaner angel but clutter is hard to manage when moving around the house is dangerous. The garden is a shambles but maybe by next summer I'll be able to stick a few plants in the ground. Thank goodness I got all major renovations done before this.
Friday, March 03, 2017
While it's been a while since my last posts, not a lot has changed. I am walking without my walker, both around the house and out and about. I cannot stand in one place without holding on to something or leaning against something. That situation hasn't changed much in the past month. My neurologist decided I should have six more months of immunoglobulin infusions after I finished in February. No big deal, just got to get to The Canberra Hospital once a month to sit in a recliner for 2 hours while trying to keep my blood pressure from bottoming out. Other than that, my arthritis is getting worse, especially my hands and my right shoulder. I have to be careful not to overdo. My eyes also give me fits and frequent headaches. No cure for them except unfocusing my eyes or closing them. I went through a bit of a black spell in January which coincided with record heat, reaching 41C for a few days and in general being damn hot for weeks. I hate being bottled up in the house with the a/c on for days (or weeks) at a time. Even though I'm housebound I like the fresh breeze blowing through the house. I haven't attempted driving yet although I think I can. I get so tired just going out on necessary jaunts that adding driving to the mix would be too much.
J came over in December for a couple of weeks and we had a nice visit. We didn't do as much as I wanted to, but my body didn't want to go out exploring as much as my head did. And I do get tired pretty easily. He's due to come over again shortly.
In the meantime I've also revived another musical interest, namely the Canadian band Rush. I loved them in the 80's and lost track when I came to Australia, since they never were big here, and never toured here. I saw a documentary about them and then started listening to all their albums including the ones I missed in the intervening years, then watched live performances and now am off chasing trivia, looking for bootlegs and talking to other Rush fans. Unfortunately this all coincided with the band deciding to stop touring completely and perhaps retiring. They've been at it for 40+ years so I can't blame them but I am kicking myself that I never made the effort to see them play while living in Ohio in the 80's. We made a big effort to see Clapton live during those years but not much else. It's kept my interest up and got me out of my head. Their music is complicated both lyrically and musically and gives one a lot to think about. Even though they play loud and heavy rock, the songs are around concepts like free will, world politics, loss and life. I thank them for many hours of happiness.
I'm still doing fibre-y stuff. I'm still spinning that wool that I said earlier seemed to go on forever. It does, it seems. I'm also washing a 17-micron merino fleece that is seriously beautiful but seriously dirty. Getting the gunk out of it takes either a lot of pre-washing attention or post-washing combing. Also hard on the hands. I'm planning on working on a quilt if my hands and eyes cooperate. I've got one that I want to piece together after I disassembled it when the colour ran. I may even attempt to do some plain weaving since I have potentially found a way to tie up the treadles on my loom without getting on the floor. Other days I lie in bed reading or working on jigsaw puzzles on my iPad. And listening to Rush....
J came over in December for a couple of weeks and we had a nice visit. We didn't do as much as I wanted to, but my body didn't want to go out exploring as much as my head did. And I do get tired pretty easily. He's due to come over again shortly.
In the meantime I've also revived another musical interest, namely the Canadian band Rush. I loved them in the 80's and lost track when I came to Australia, since they never were big here, and never toured here. I saw a documentary about them and then started listening to all their albums including the ones I missed in the intervening years, then watched live performances and now am off chasing trivia, looking for bootlegs and talking to other Rush fans. Unfortunately this all coincided with the band deciding to stop touring completely and perhaps retiring. They've been at it for 40+ years so I can't blame them but I am kicking myself that I never made the effort to see them play while living in Ohio in the 80's. We made a big effort to see Clapton live during those years but not much else. It's kept my interest up and got me out of my head. Their music is complicated both lyrically and musically and gives one a lot to think about. Even though they play loud and heavy rock, the songs are around concepts like free will, world politics, loss and life. I thank them for many hours of happiness.
I'm still doing fibre-y stuff. I'm still spinning that wool that I said earlier seemed to go on forever. It does, it seems. I'm also washing a 17-micron merino fleece that is seriously beautiful but seriously dirty. Getting the gunk out of it takes either a lot of pre-washing attention or post-washing combing. Also hard on the hands. I'm planning on working on a quilt if my hands and eyes cooperate. I've got one that I want to piece together after I disassembled it when the colour ran. I may even attempt to do some plain weaving since I have potentially found a way to tie up the treadles on my loom without getting on the floor. Other days I lie in bed reading or working on jigsaw puzzles on my iPad. And listening to Rush....
Thursday, September 22, 2016
torn between two cultures
Why I (sometimes) hate (some) doctors
Specialist doctors seem to think the patients have all the time, energy, and money in the world for them to poke around in my health profile for something new to pin on me. The mere suggestion that there might be something awry in my body sends them scurrying away to book me in for tests and then bill me mucho for the privilege. I've got two specialists at the moment who are determined to find something wrong with my breathing and my heart. This all results from my little adventure in July when I fell and hit my head in the bathroom and was curled up in a cramped position when they finally got me out after 2 hours. I was not breathing normally and was generally not on the same planet with the rest of the world. Within 24 hours I was breathing normally and was back to my normal abilities and personality. The doctor officially in charge of me was amazed at the transformation and almost couldn't believe I was the same person. My friends assured him that this was the real me.
However, the breathing problems have got me sent off for breathing tests (I passed), an exam with a respiratory specialist, who tried his best for me to give him answers to fit his diagnosis (sleep apnea) although I have none of the symptoms. He persists in ignoring the sleep problems that are associated with fibromyalgia and tutt-tutts over me taking sleeping pills. Despite my protestations that I do not have sleep apnea (the late Bear did and I know the symptoms), he's got me signed up for a sleep study. Doesn't he realise that CIDP is at the top of my list of diseases to conquer and I don't have the time or energy to chase ghosts?
I have the same trouble with my cardiologist who is convinced I have a heart problem despite doing lots of tests finding nothing. He wants me now to have an angiogram and I have put him off (the doctor and hospital scheduled it without consulting me) and if he keeps pushing I will insist on waiting till J is here to go with me. I have no symptoms of heart problems.
If they would ever ask about fatigue or pain I would give them a long list of issues but they don't, because I'm too busy denying that I snore. Don't they get that my number one issue right now is regaining my balance so I can walk again? Once that's dealt with I might have the leisure to have my breathing investigated, etc. Each specialist wants to treat his own area as the most important thing to me. And none of them know a thing about fibromyalgia and therefore do not link symptoms to that as cause. FM has a sleep disorder associated with it which is why I take sleeping pills.
Specialist doctors seem to think the patients have all the time, energy, and money in the world for them to poke around in my health profile for something new to pin on me. The mere suggestion that there might be something awry in my body sends them scurrying away to book me in for tests and then bill me mucho for the privilege. I've got two specialists at the moment who are determined to find something wrong with my breathing and my heart. This all results from my little adventure in July when I fell and hit my head in the bathroom and was curled up in a cramped position when they finally got me out after 2 hours. I was not breathing normally and was generally not on the same planet with the rest of the world. Within 24 hours I was breathing normally and was back to my normal abilities and personality. The doctor officially in charge of me was amazed at the transformation and almost couldn't believe I was the same person. My friends assured him that this was the real me.
However, the breathing problems have got me sent off for breathing tests (I passed), an exam with a respiratory specialist, who tried his best for me to give him answers to fit his diagnosis (sleep apnea) although I have none of the symptoms. He persists in ignoring the sleep problems that are associated with fibromyalgia and tutt-tutts over me taking sleeping pills. Despite my protestations that I do not have sleep apnea (the late Bear did and I know the symptoms), he's got me signed up for a sleep study. Doesn't he realise that CIDP is at the top of my list of diseases to conquer and I don't have the time or energy to chase ghosts?
I have the same trouble with my cardiologist who is convinced I have a heart problem despite doing lots of tests finding nothing. He wants me now to have an angiogram and I have put him off (the doctor and hospital scheduled it without consulting me) and if he keeps pushing I will insist on waiting till J is here to go with me. I have no symptoms of heart problems.
If they would ever ask about fatigue or pain I would give them a long list of issues but they don't, because I'm too busy denying that I snore. Don't they get that my number one issue right now is regaining my balance so I can walk again? Once that's dealt with I might have the leisure to have my breathing investigated, etc. Each specialist wants to treat his own area as the most important thing to me. And none of them know a thing about fibromyalgia and therefore do not link symptoms to that as cause. FM has a sleep disorder associated with it which is why I take sleeping pills.
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.
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.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
It's all about the music
I know it's been a while, but when the urge comes to blog it's usually in the middle of the night. For once it's a reasonable hour and I have nothing on the horizon except recovering from (she hopes) a particularly nasty bout of IBS. Alone with my iPad and various things popping up on FB leads to thoughts of music and why many of us of a certain age seem to be stuck in the '80's and the hits we loved then.
Since I am going to talk about music from back then, I have to open with a disclaimer about drugs. I didn't do them. I tried pot a few times but it mostly put me to sleep, so I didn't see the attraction. (What might I get if I lived somewhere that had medicinal marijuana for pain?) Besides, I could totally zone into the music and light show without my consciousness being altered. I am a person who lives with her emotions very close to the surface and they can easily be accessed by the right stimuli.
Beatlemania? Hell, yes. Followed by all other British rock bands morphing into The Who, Clapton, Deep Purple, Yes, Rush, Boston, Jethro Tull, all without leaving behind the Rolling Stones and the various separate Beatles, most especially George. I have seen the Stones live twice, once at their first US performance in 1964 and again in a stadium in Charlotte for the "Sticky Fingers" tour. I saw Tull live at UNC but few of my other favourite bands. One of the essentials for my dorm room was a decent stereo. A vote of thanks to YouTube for having lots of videos (of varying quality) of many bands. While I am not a die-hard Foo Fighters fan, I really liked their cover of Rush's "Tom Sawyer" with lead vocals by John Davison, who's currently fronting Yes on tour. Since all these bands are from decades past, their original members are getting a tad geriatric if they haven't dropped off the twig already. Thanks to Ringo Starr who is still touring at 74 with his "All Starr Band" which includes Richard Page of Mr Mister (who still produces good solo material) and a few leftovers from Toto so they continue to keep music alive. My favourite radio station plays lots of '80's music so I get to sing along when I am permitted to drive again. I wish somebody would come along with music that really grabbed you and could keep it up for more than one album. I like Pearl Jam but not really die hard. I do like Train quite a bit and the Wallflowers. Any pointers to bands of this ilk would be appreciated. I do not like hip hop in any form and I never turned the corner in Dead territory. Still a middle of the road teeny bopper who liked hanging around in record stores. One of my favourite trips when I lived in NY was to go to Sam Goody's on the corner of 5th Ave and 42nd St to look for the latest vinyl. And I cherish my English pressings of most of the Beatles thanks to my pen pal in the UK. I played hooky from school to stay home and listen to Rubber Soul over and over..
P.S. To those out there who are not on FB, a brief update on what's going on with me. I went to the States at the beginning of May and became ill immediately, losing all control of my balance. I started falling and fell 4 times while I was there. I could not feel my feet or move my toes. I went to my GP when I got home and was referred to a neurologist. He diagnosed CIDP (chronic inflammatory demyelinating polyneuropathy). The treatment is infusions of intravenous immoglobulin, of which I have had 5 doses and will have one a month for 6 more months. I continued falling until I fell in the bathroom getting ready to go for an infusion and hit my head. I ended up in hospital for a week and only got out by driving my doctors crazy. If you want to know more about the condition or its treatment, Google on.
Since I am going to talk about music from back then, I have to open with a disclaimer about drugs. I didn't do them. I tried pot a few times but it mostly put me to sleep, so I didn't see the attraction. (What might I get if I lived somewhere that had medicinal marijuana for pain?) Besides, I could totally zone into the music and light show without my consciousness being altered. I am a person who lives with her emotions very close to the surface and they can easily be accessed by the right stimuli.
Beatlemania? Hell, yes. Followed by all other British rock bands morphing into The Who, Clapton, Deep Purple, Yes, Rush, Boston, Jethro Tull, all without leaving behind the Rolling Stones and the various separate Beatles, most especially George. I have seen the Stones live twice, once at their first US performance in 1964 and again in a stadium in Charlotte for the "Sticky Fingers" tour. I saw Tull live at UNC but few of my other favourite bands. One of the essentials for my dorm room was a decent stereo. A vote of thanks to YouTube for having lots of videos (of varying quality) of many bands. While I am not a die-hard Foo Fighters fan, I really liked their cover of Rush's "Tom Sawyer" with lead vocals by John Davison, who's currently fronting Yes on tour. Since all these bands are from decades past, their original members are getting a tad geriatric if they haven't dropped off the twig already. Thanks to Ringo Starr who is still touring at 74 with his "All Starr Band" which includes Richard Page of Mr Mister (who still produces good solo material) and a few leftovers from Toto so they continue to keep music alive. My favourite radio station plays lots of '80's music so I get to sing along when I am permitted to drive again. I wish somebody would come along with music that really grabbed you and could keep it up for more than one album. I like Pearl Jam but not really die hard. I do like Train quite a bit and the Wallflowers. Any pointers to bands of this ilk would be appreciated. I do not like hip hop in any form and I never turned the corner in Dead territory. Still a middle of the road teeny bopper who liked hanging around in record stores. One of my favourite trips when I lived in NY was to go to Sam Goody's on the corner of 5th Ave and 42nd St to look for the latest vinyl. And I cherish my English pressings of most of the Beatles thanks to my pen pal in the UK. I played hooky from school to stay home and listen to Rubber Soul over and over..
P.S. To those out there who are not on FB, a brief update on what's going on with me. I went to the States at the beginning of May and became ill immediately, losing all control of my balance. I started falling and fell 4 times while I was there. I could not feel my feet or move my toes. I went to my GP when I got home and was referred to a neurologist. He diagnosed CIDP (chronic inflammatory demyelinating polyneuropathy). The treatment is infusions of intravenous immoglobulin, of which I have had 5 doses and will have one a month for 6 more months. I continued falling until I fell in the bathroom getting ready to go for an infusion and hit my head. I ended up in hospital for a week and only got out by driving my doctors crazy. If you want to know more about the condition or its treatment, Google on.
Friday, April 01, 2016
To completely change the subject
Yes, it's the middle of the night again but a lightbulb went on in my head and I had to let these thoughts out before they drip out of my ears. I've had a growing desire to quilt again and I have no idea where it came from (or didn't). I've also been discussing custom made lampshades with an Etsy vendor and therefore looking at fabric. Fabric leads to quilting in my brain. Then I suddenly realised tonight that I have been addictively playing a iPad game called 100! in which you put various sized blocks in a 100 unit square. Well, gee, that almost sounds like a quilt! No wonder my brain has had its quilt cells firing. All I really want to do is reassemble a quilt I have already pieced and make it useful again. I pieced this quilt back when I had a king sized bed and it was made as a quilt cover or whatever you in the US call the cover one puts on comforters, which we call doonas. At any rate the colours ran, I no longer have a king sized bed, and I took it all apart. I want to put it back together as a double bed quilt and the itch is beginning to out itch the weaving itch. There are so many gorgeous quilting fabrics out there that I have a hard time keeping my finger off the "buy" button late at night. But I need to take stock before I go on a spending spree.
Meanwhile, I am plagued with a non functioning doorbell: it rings when there's nobody there (and switched off) and doesn't ring when there's somebody potentially important there like the guy who is supposed to prune my wisteria. As soon as I buy a new drapery rod for the lounge I will get the handyman in to fix them.
The cat (the brown one) is currently enamoured of the plastic strap that came off a box of printer paper. Go figure.
Another late night purchase was a Nordicware swirl patterned bundt pan that I fell instantly in love with when I saw Nigella make a lemon bundt cake in one. She fell in love with bundt cakes on a tour of the US. I couldn't count the number of bundt cakes I've made in my life but a Nigella lemon one sounds like a great addition. She's joining Masterchef this season which means I might just watch.
Meanwhile, I am plagued with a non functioning doorbell: it rings when there's nobody there (and switched off) and doesn't ring when there's somebody potentially important there like the guy who is supposed to prune my wisteria. As soon as I buy a new drapery rod for the lounge I will get the handyman in to fix them.
The cat (the brown one) is currently enamoured of the plastic strap that came off a box of printer paper. Go figure.
Another late night purchase was a Nordicware swirl patterned bundt pan that I fell instantly in love with when I saw Nigella make a lemon bundt cake in one. She fell in love with bundt cakes on a tour of the US. I couldn't count the number of bundt cakes I've made in my life but a Nigella lemon one sounds like a great addition. She's joining Masterchef this season which means I might just watch.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Still trying
Blogger helpfully lost the last post I wrote and I resent having to reconstruct posts because Google changed its its mechanism for loading photos (it did) and their saving system didn't work. Now I got soft-hearted and let the cats in at 1 AM and Max is in the shower howling and running around in a fit. All because I got tired of barricading myself in my bedroom. I enjoyed sleeping with them but not when they decided to use me as a racetrack or trampoline at 3 AM. Once I have been awakened at an ungodly hour I have a difficult if not impossible time getting back to sleep. I've had trouble sleeping for 30 years or so and fibromyalgia hasn't help. The cats have the upper hand by diving under the bed where I can't remove them. I get soft hearted because Max is gorgeous and The Imp is very affectionate and wants to cuddle.up.
I wanted the post a photo of my new lounge room with the pale oak laminate flooring, lovely Oriental carpet, new sofa, etc but Google isn't helping so hang in there. I also fell in the kitchen because my leg fell asleep and I have some truly impressive bruises on my left side which are quite painful. Tomorrow I hope to get a visit from my friend/cleaner to hang loads of sheets and do other cleaning tasks. I have to work on my taxes which alternately scare the c**p out of me simply by reading the instructions, and also realize they don't apply to me. Anything that starts off the " income exceeding $200,000" calms me down because I don't fit in that bracket. Obviously that's what they want, not minnows like me.
My map of my section of Eastchester circa 1910 arrived and I need to find a frame to put it in. I also discovered a book issued for the town's 350th birthday which so far they won't sell over seas so I have deputised J to attempt to purchase it. So much history, so little time! I owe letters to nearly everyone, especially friends from junior high. Must get a** in gear and accomplish something! I did pull out some roving (purple) to sping and some red sock wool for another pair of bed socks for J. If there are friends out there who would like socks, please get if touch unless you are in a hurry. I love knitting socks and I have a huge plastic box of raw material to work with.
It's not 1.40AM and the cats are banished again so I will try sleeping again.
I wanted the post a photo of my new lounge room with the pale oak laminate flooring, lovely Oriental carpet, new sofa, etc but Google isn't helping so hang in there. I also fell in the kitchen because my leg fell asleep and I have some truly impressive bruises on my left side which are quite painful. Tomorrow I hope to get a visit from my friend/cleaner to hang loads of sheets and do other cleaning tasks. I have to work on my taxes which alternately scare the c**p out of me simply by reading the instructions, and also realize they don't apply to me. Anything that starts off the " income exceeding $200,000" calms me down because I don't fit in that bracket. Obviously that's what they want, not minnows like me.
My map of my section of Eastchester circa 1910 arrived and I need to find a frame to put it in. I also discovered a book issued for the town's 350th birthday which so far they won't sell over seas so I have deputised J to attempt to purchase it. So much history, so little time! I owe letters to nearly everyone, especially friends from junior high. Must get a** in gear and accomplish something! I did pull out some roving (purple) to sping and some red sock wool for another pair of bed socks for J. If there are friends out there who would like socks, please get if touch unless you are in a hurry. I love knitting socks and I have a huge plastic box of raw material to work with.
It's not 1.40AM and the cats are banished again so I will try sleeping again.
Tuesday, March 01, 2016
I know it's been an age since I wrote but instead of giving up completely, I'm going to try and recover. My blog will still be a place for me to empty my brain of the various things I am thinking about but they are things I don't feel like putting on Facebook because they are too personal and I imagine (right or wrong) that people who read my blog are more interested in me personally then I feel FB is. At any rate here goes.
For some reason I have been interested in the history of the piece of land where I grew up in New York: the northeastern corner of the unincorporated township of Eastchester. We were a few blocks west of New Rochelle and a few blocks south of Scarsdale. Since we were so far in the north end, I had no contract with the main body of Eastchester until I attended the consolidated middle and high school. In doing my online history research I found a map from 1902 which was the first to show anything in that area, the majority of land being designated as the New Rochelle Water District. There was on this cadastral map (showing land owners) a small block of land labelled C. Hanfling. I lived on Hanfling Road. Then my co-conspirator found Conrad Hanfling's obituary from 1937 which described his truck farm in Eastchester, which his daughter was continuing to run. My next map from 1940 showed the parallel roads of Wilmont and Hilburn which ran through and ended in C. Hanfling's farm. The land north of the farm was already divided into blocks whose names I remembered from walking to and from school. Our house was built around 1954. I remember that our house was built on farm land and my mother had a load of pig manure spread on the side yard for her garden. It really stank until it decomposed! I've looked at the house on Google maps street view and all the landscaping and plantings are gone. The side yard is paved as a patio and all the roses, wisteria, hostas, iris and daylilies are gone. Eastchester and the entire county of Westchester exploded in the 1950's as it became the archetype of New York suburbs. I have ordered a history of Westerchester from Amazon to learn more. I am also interested in the history of Dutchess County which is where our branch of the Cornwell/Cornell family started out. I am searching for my grandfather's birthplace. He was born in 1874 which is before New York registered births. In the 1870 census the family is in Albany and in the 1880 census they are in Schenectady. I would have to find church records and I haven't a clue what church they attended in whatever city.
I am getting ready for J's arrival on Friday for a 10 day visit and while he's here we will plan my trip in May. I've found a housesitter that the cats really seem to like. Max even came out and let a total stranger scratch his ears! He is driving me nuts with his squeaky scratchy voice. However, my purchase of a two-seater recliner for the living room seems to be a hit. Max is not a lap cat but he will curl up next to me on the recliner, which he couldn't do on the wing chair that fit me and The Imp only. My new sofa was delivered today and I need assistance in putting the legs on but it works well colourwise.
Reading The Park Service which is a YA post-apocalypyoc novel about a 15 year old boy who discovers he's been lied to all his lofe.
Knitting: cotton socks in purple and blue. On the leg of the second sock.
Spinning: red and black wool which turns out kind of tweedy. Also finished spinning 50+ gms of camel down on my drop spindle and I plan on plying it on the espinner.
Next week is supposed to be in the 30sC which I really don't like but we might go down to the coast one day. I am fighting off a cold. I have a very sore throat and am coughing like crazy
For some reason I have been interested in the history of the piece of land where I grew up in New York: the northeastern corner of the unincorporated township of Eastchester. We were a few blocks west of New Rochelle and a few blocks south of Scarsdale. Since we were so far in the north end, I had no contract with the main body of Eastchester until I attended the consolidated middle and high school. In doing my online history research I found a map from 1902 which was the first to show anything in that area, the majority of land being designated as the New Rochelle Water District. There was on this cadastral map (showing land owners) a small block of land labelled C. Hanfling. I lived on Hanfling Road. Then my co-conspirator found Conrad Hanfling's obituary from 1937 which described his truck farm in Eastchester, which his daughter was continuing to run. My next map from 1940 showed the parallel roads of Wilmont and Hilburn which ran through and ended in C. Hanfling's farm. The land north of the farm was already divided into blocks whose names I remembered from walking to and from school. Our house was built around 1954. I remember that our house was built on farm land and my mother had a load of pig manure spread on the side yard for her garden. It really stank until it decomposed! I've looked at the house on Google maps street view and all the landscaping and plantings are gone. The side yard is paved as a patio and all the roses, wisteria, hostas, iris and daylilies are gone. Eastchester and the entire county of Westchester exploded in the 1950's as it became the archetype of New York suburbs. I have ordered a history of Westerchester from Amazon to learn more. I am also interested in the history of Dutchess County which is where our branch of the Cornwell/Cornell family started out. I am searching for my grandfather's birthplace. He was born in 1874 which is before New York registered births. In the 1870 census the family is in Albany and in the 1880 census they are in Schenectady. I would have to find church records and I haven't a clue what church they attended in whatever city.
I am getting ready for J's arrival on Friday for a 10 day visit and while he's here we will plan my trip in May. I've found a housesitter that the cats really seem to like. Max even came out and let a total stranger scratch his ears! He is driving me nuts with his squeaky scratchy voice. However, my purchase of a two-seater recliner for the living room seems to be a hit. Max is not a lap cat but he will curl up next to me on the recliner, which he couldn't do on the wing chair that fit me and The Imp only. My new sofa was delivered today and I need assistance in putting the legs on but it works well colourwise.
Reading The Park Service which is a YA post-apocalypyoc novel about a 15 year old boy who discovers he's been lied to all his lofe.
Knitting: cotton socks in purple and blue. On the leg of the second sock.
Spinning: red and black wool which turns out kind of tweedy. Also finished spinning 50+ gms of camel down on my drop spindle and I plan on plying it on the espinner.
Next week is supposed to be in the 30sC which I really don't like but we might go down to the coast one day. I am fighting off a cold. I have a very sore throat and am coughing like crazy
Tuesday, April 07, 2015
I am awake tonight because of something that happened to me on social media earlier today. I've been stewing about it and the cats are rambunctious so I'll use my blog to let off steam and comment on the whole social media scene.
As intro, I am a die hard fan of the book series known as Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and the TV series that has been made from these books. The books defy neat genre pigeon-holing, being historical fiction, romance, adventure, time travel and probably some other genres as well. They concern a nurse who has just lived through WWII and is on a second honeymoon with her husband in Scotland when she mysteriously is transported 200 years into the past. There she is semi-reluctantly taken in by the clan MacKenzie to save her from the less than welcoming English army. Over the course of the series she learns about their way of life, some of the social and political undercurrents on the eve of the Jacobite uprising, and happens to be forced into marriage with a Highland warrior to save her own skin. She turns out to fall in love with said warrior and has, at this point, mostly accepted that she's stuck in the 1740's.
I knew nothing about the books until I stumbled on the TV series on cable and got totally sucked in. I then found out that there were legions of fans of the books and I became one of them. This is where social media rears its ugly head. I don't participate in anything but Facebook, and that's mostly to keep up with family and friends. I don't tweet or any other form of sharing my every thought. But there are about 17 FB (Facebook) feeds of articles forwarding stuff from the
"legitimate" press, PR stuff from the creators of the series, articles written by bloggers who spend a lot more time and effort than I do, and just plain opinion pieces. Any of these can set off a flurry of comment and counter comment debating hair-styles, the actors and their portrayals, etc. I have never done anything more than comment on a comment. Today I got what I felt was brutally slapped down for making a comment that was no different from what else that was being said. Nobody will know because the admin of a group can do anything without telling anyone and it's bad form to complain about it.
A slight side step. Outland has sex in it. Pretty full on graphic, just short of full- frontal nudity, equal-opportunity sex. There has been lots of press about how honest and female centered the sex is, that it is not gratuitous, there is no teasing, flirting, seduction, behind closed doors, fade to black sex, just consensual, married, and while graphic, also tasteful and passionate sex. Sometimes I do wonder about the sex lives of women who post on FB that they get their knickers in a knot over the sex shown between the two married lead characters. "Oh, I was blushing so much!" "I couldn't watch this with my husband/mother/daughter" Somebody posted a great long essay about what she didn't like about the latest episode (for which, by the way we have been waiting for 6 MONTHS and I'm so glad it's here I can't complain about anything) and she ended this long nit-pick with "so I'm probably a hypocritical prude! Fire away!" and the comments began. I essentially said, "Yes, you are and I saw nothing offensive in the episode." For saying that, my post was deleted by the admins, supposedly for calling her a name (a prude, which she had already called herself). Being a widow, I have only fond memories of passionate can't-keep-your-hands-off-each-other sex but I swear some of these women always got undressed in the bathroom and the sexual revolution missed them completely. Going into a public forum and essentially saying that is asking for comments, but I don't get to make them!
I now see why teenaged girls get their tender egoes bashed bloody by social media and if I were a parent, I would try to keep my offspring away from the whole cess pit. I have made a promise to myself never to get dragged into one of these name calling fests again and I will cut back my FB usage severely. I will read more. I will watch Poldark, another historical drama, coming to a TV near you.
BTW, if you like hearing my random thoughts on thing, please let me know because otherwise I'm dangling in silence here until I get my dander up anout something. Chime in or make your own comment. If you want a knitting or spinning update I can so that as well.
As intro, I am a die hard fan of the book series known as Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and the TV series that has been made from these books. The books defy neat genre pigeon-holing, being historical fiction, romance, adventure, time travel and probably some other genres as well. They concern a nurse who has just lived through WWII and is on a second honeymoon with her husband in Scotland when she mysteriously is transported 200 years into the past. There she is semi-reluctantly taken in by the clan MacKenzie to save her from the less than welcoming English army. Over the course of the series she learns about their way of life, some of the social and political undercurrents on the eve of the Jacobite uprising, and happens to be forced into marriage with a Highland warrior to save her own skin. She turns out to fall in love with said warrior and has, at this point, mostly accepted that she's stuck in the 1740's.
I knew nothing about the books until I stumbled on the TV series on cable and got totally sucked in. I then found out that there were legions of fans of the books and I became one of them. This is where social media rears its ugly head. I don't participate in anything but Facebook, and that's mostly to keep up with family and friends. I don't tweet or any other form of sharing my every thought. But there are about 17 FB (Facebook) feeds of articles forwarding stuff from the
"legitimate" press, PR stuff from the creators of the series, articles written by bloggers who spend a lot more time and effort than I do, and just plain opinion pieces. Any of these can set off a flurry of comment and counter comment debating hair-styles, the actors and their portrayals, etc. I have never done anything more than comment on a comment. Today I got what I felt was brutally slapped down for making a comment that was no different from what else that was being said. Nobody will know because the admin of a group can do anything without telling anyone and it's bad form to complain about it.
A slight side step. Outland has sex in it. Pretty full on graphic, just short of full- frontal nudity, equal-opportunity sex. There has been lots of press about how honest and female centered the sex is, that it is not gratuitous, there is no teasing, flirting, seduction, behind closed doors, fade to black sex, just consensual, married, and while graphic, also tasteful and passionate sex. Sometimes I do wonder about the sex lives of women who post on FB that they get their knickers in a knot over the sex shown between the two married lead characters. "Oh, I was blushing so much!" "I couldn't watch this with my husband/mother/daughter" Somebody posted a great long essay about what she didn't like about the latest episode (for which, by the way we have been waiting for 6 MONTHS and I'm so glad it's here I can't complain about anything) and she ended this long nit-pick with "so I'm probably a hypocritical prude! Fire away!" and the comments began. I essentially said, "Yes, you are and I saw nothing offensive in the episode." For saying that, my post was deleted by the admins, supposedly for calling her a name (a prude, which she had already called herself). Being a widow, I have only fond memories of passionate can't-keep-your-hands-off-each-other sex but I swear some of these women always got undressed in the bathroom and the sexual revolution missed them completely. Going into a public forum and essentially saying that is asking for comments, but I don't get to make them!
I now see why teenaged girls get their tender egoes bashed bloody by social media and if I were a parent, I would try to keep my offspring away from the whole cess pit. I have made a promise to myself never to get dragged into one of these name calling fests again and I will cut back my FB usage severely. I will read more. I will watch Poldark, another historical drama, coming to a TV near you.
BTW, if you like hearing my random thoughts on thing, please let me know because otherwise I'm dangling in silence here until I get my dander up anout something. Chime in or make your own comment. If you want a knitting or spinning update I can so that as well.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
I know I promised to continue my blog last year and I didn't. No excuses but laziness and depression. Ok, I'm coming out with it and laying it all on the table. I have fibromyalgia and rheumatoid arthritis, which I have never hidden but have not been up front about up until now. Along with those diagnoses goes irritable bowel (frequent pain in my lower intestinal area, sometime associated with diarrhoea and sometimes triggered by specific foods or just by stress), bruxism (chronic grinding on my teeth, leading to dental problems, and headaches), insomnia (treated with super heavy duty sleeping pills that don't always work like tonight) , muscle pains that are sometimes unrelated to physical activity, and many other minor ailments. I also have a congenital eye condition that causes warpage of my cornea and the treatment of that is extremely complicated and the remedies give me irritated eyes and headaches. I had a nasty bout of staph a few years ago which left me with a permanently disabled right knee to add to the mix. This post is to get all the stuff I've danced around out in the open.
I used to be a morning person who got out of bed at 5 AM to go out walking for physical training. Now I can barely drag myself up at 10 AM, usually because I didn't get to sleep before 2AM. Plus fibro results in "nonrefreshing sleep" meaning you wake up feeling worse than you went to bed. You ache, you're stiff, you're fuzzy headed and you just want to go back sleep, which I do now that I'm retired. I feel energised about 2PM. I'm planning trip to the U.S. in May with my best friend and ex husband, JD. He understands where I am coming from through long conversations and a multi-year cohabitation. He also knows that sometimes just knowing there's another person there is all the support I need. He need do nothing more than let me sleep when I need to, and drive me around. We share a lot of the same interests and past.
Depression is either a symptom of or side effect of fibro. It bothers me off and on. Some days I wake up in a deep funk. Some days it creeps up on me. It may last a day or a month. There are some coping mechanisms that sometimes work. Other times I retreat to my bedroom and cuddle my cats, who love me regardless of mood. The new addition, a Burmese kitten named Max is a source of cheap entertainment and is very affectionate.
I post this to let my friends know why I don't keep up my blog, why I don't always go out when I probably should. Why I hide under a rock a lot. Life isn't fun a lot of the time. If it gets really unbearable I will take things into my own hands. I would never do that without leaving the house in perfect shape, and without making arrangements for my darling cats, who I love more than any humans. I made a commitment to life by getting a kitten and I intend to provide him with a loving environment as long as I am able.
Please know that if that day comes sometime in the next 20 years and I decide I have had enough, that it's nobody's fault. I have no family to concern myself with. I have lots of friends but they are largely scattered over the northern hemisphere and I only see them when I force myself on them. When I can no longer travel, there will be less and less to keep me here. If anyone would like to adopt two Burmese cats, speak up.
I will keep going as long as I find the slightest reason to get up in the morning. But don't condemn me when I give in to the unrelenting pain and dark skies. In the meantime, I garden, spin, knit, read, go to the movies, watch TV drama, cook, and love traveling to the States or anywhere else. As long as I can manage airports I won't stop
I used to be a morning person who got out of bed at 5 AM to go out walking for physical training. Now I can barely drag myself up at 10 AM, usually because I didn't get to sleep before 2AM. Plus fibro results in "nonrefreshing sleep" meaning you wake up feeling worse than you went to bed. You ache, you're stiff, you're fuzzy headed and you just want to go back sleep, which I do now that I'm retired. I feel energised about 2PM. I'm planning trip to the U.S. in May with my best friend and ex husband, JD. He understands where I am coming from through long conversations and a multi-year cohabitation. He also knows that sometimes just knowing there's another person there is all the support I need. He need do nothing more than let me sleep when I need to, and drive me around. We share a lot of the same interests and past.
Depression is either a symptom of or side effect of fibro. It bothers me off and on. Some days I wake up in a deep funk. Some days it creeps up on me. It may last a day or a month. There are some coping mechanisms that sometimes work. Other times I retreat to my bedroom and cuddle my cats, who love me regardless of mood. The new addition, a Burmese kitten named Max is a source of cheap entertainment and is very affectionate.
I post this to let my friends know why I don't keep up my blog, why I don't always go out when I probably should. Why I hide under a rock a lot. Life isn't fun a lot of the time. If it gets really unbearable I will take things into my own hands. I would never do that without leaving the house in perfect shape, and without making arrangements for my darling cats, who I love more than any humans. I made a commitment to life by getting a kitten and I intend to provide him with a loving environment as long as I am able.
Please know that if that day comes sometime in the next 20 years and I decide I have had enough, that it's nobody's fault. I have no family to concern myself with. I have lots of friends but they are largely scattered over the northern hemisphere and I only see them when I force myself on them. When I can no longer travel, there will be less and less to keep me here. If anyone would like to adopt two Burmese cats, speak up.
I will keep going as long as I find the slightest reason to get up in the morning. But don't condemn me when I give in to the unrelenting pain and dark skies. In the meantime, I garden, spin, knit, read, go to the movies, watch TV drama, cook, and love traveling to the States or anywhere else. As long as I can manage airports I won't stop
Wednesday, July 09, 2014
Sorry for the interruption
I've been laid low with a tummy bug for a week. Since I suffer from IBS as a daily thing, I first thought that was the sauce of the cramps and sessions in the small room. But it has now gone on for over a week and while I am not running to the loo as frequently, things are very gurgly, sore and uncomfortable. I see my GP tomorrow. My arm is almost healed. It still hurts when I lift anything or pull, but the rest is fine now.
To return to the trip narrative, before Vegas we stayed for 5 days in Kanab, Utah, which is just over the border from Arizona. This was an AirBnB trial and it was perfect. Our host was as nice as anyone could ask, and his house was charming and beautifully decorated. He had gorgeous roses out front that would be the envy of any gardener, and hummingbird feeders for the black-chinned hummingbirds that were constant visitors. We watched the male staking his territory, calling females and doing aerial acrobatics.
Kanab is about equidistant from the Grand Canyon north rim, Zion National Park and Bryce Canyon National Park. We did them in that order. What I didn't know and was unprepared for was that most of these sights were at over 8000 feet and some at 9000. I know I don't do well at high altitudes. I was gasping for breath after the shortest of walks. I do have compromised lung capacity and I felt it!
The Grand Canyon is certainly the most awe-inspiring place I've ever been. The scale is almost impossible to get your head around. It's over 10 miles from the north rim to the south and the north is 2500 feet higher. I had the most problems with J, who is very afraid of heights. I am not, but he was constantly telling me to get back from the edge and not to walk to lookouts
We were visiting at the beginning of the season but the place was still full of people. We went thru the Grand Canyon Lodge and out to Bright Angel Point and then drove to the various other lookouts. There were lots of trails and places like to top of Angel's Window we didn't do because of my inability to climb up or down or someone else's fear of heights. It was everything I had hoped for and is not over hyped in the slightest. Every American should do it and the attendance figures (especially the south rim) seem to indicate that they are trying. Do be aware of the heights issue because I know J is not the only person who feels that way and be aware of the altitude.
To return to the trip narrative, before Vegas we stayed for 5 days in Kanab, Utah, which is just over the border from Arizona. This was an AirBnB trial and it was perfect. Our host was as nice as anyone could ask, and his house was charming and beautifully decorated. He had gorgeous roses out front that would be the envy of any gardener, and hummingbird feeders for the black-chinned hummingbirds that were constant visitors. We watched the male staking his territory, calling females and doing aerial acrobatics.
| A most typical north rim photo. Near Bright Angel Point |
| Angel's window. To give you scale, there are people walking on the top and you can just see the Colorado River thru the hole |
| Me in purple defying the admonitions |
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Vegas!
I had always said I had no interest in ever visiting Las Vegas. That was before we decided to visit the north rim of the Grand Canyon and it made sense to get there via Vegas. We didn't have enough time to drive to our destination in Utah after flying in from DC, so I got us 2 super cheap rooms at the Tuscany Casino & Hotel. It's an older casino off the strip but had huge rooms for $69. One could do worse.
Of course, it was hot. 98F when we arrived, but a delightful (to me) dry heat like Canberra, after humid East coast. It's also very flat. We drove around so J could show me a little and, even after years of watching CSI, I was astonished at how bigger than life everything is. I might warn potential visitors that the place changes constantly. I had read a Lonely Planet guide to try and figure out what was worth seeing and found it quite out of date.
We came back for 2 days after Utah. I must confess to taking advantage of air conditioning and resting most of the time. J went out walking and reported that distances were very deceiving: what looked close was really a long walk away. This from someone who has visited several times.
We stayed in the Jockey Club, which is not a casino and doesn't even have a restaurant. It's a block of time-share apartments squeezed between the Cosmopolitan (very hip) and the Bellagio (very luxurious). An ideal location and we had a 2 bedroom apt for $160 a night. It's not swanky, but ticks all the necessary boxes. Across the street are Planet Hollywood and Paris. If you are lucky (we weren't) your room overlooks the Bellagio fountains.
Our one splurge was an evening at the Bellagio, playing penny slots (and losing), seeing Cirque du Soleil's "O", and having a steak dinner at Fix. Not cheap but I really enjoyed myself. We walked around the hotel to see the Chihuly glass ceiling installation in the lobby, which was lovely, the Botanic Garden, acres of marble floors and lots of gambling. "O" was astonishing. They have somehow constructed a stage-sized tank (and it's a BIG theatre) that fills with water and seconds later is a solid floor. I don't know how they do it so stealthily you don't even notice it's happening even if you try to
catch them at it. Added to the usual Cirque acts are high diving and fancy-dress synchronised swimming. The usual acrobatics often end with a plunge into the pool. I couldn't decipher the story but the costumes are great and I could have easily seen more of everything.
I wanted to go to the Pinball Hall of Fame but fatigue and heat wore me down as well as the prospect of the long flight ahead of me. I was surprised to actually like Vegas. But I wish I were wealthy to see everything!
Of course, it was hot. 98F when we arrived, but a delightful (to me) dry heat like Canberra, after humid East coast. It's also very flat. We drove around so J could show me a little and, even after years of watching CSI, I was astonished at how bigger than life everything is. I might warn potential visitors that the place changes constantly. I had read a Lonely Planet guide to try and figure out what was worth seeing and found it quite out of date.
We came back for 2 days after Utah. I must confess to taking advantage of air conditioning and resting most of the time. J went out walking and reported that distances were very deceiving: what looked close was really a long walk away. This from someone who has visited several times.
We stayed in the Jockey Club, which is not a casino and doesn't even have a restaurant. It's a block of time-share apartments squeezed between the Cosmopolitan (very hip) and the Bellagio (very luxurious). An ideal location and we had a 2 bedroom apt for $160 a night. It's not swanky, but ticks all the necessary boxes. Across the street are Planet Hollywood and Paris. If you are lucky (we weren't) your room overlooks the Bellagio fountains.
Our one splurge was an evening at the Bellagio, playing penny slots (and losing), seeing Cirque du Soleil's "O", and having a steak dinner at Fix. Not cheap but I really enjoyed myself. We walked around the hotel to see the Chihuly glass ceiling installation in the lobby, which was lovely, the Botanic Garden, acres of marble floors and lots of gambling. "O" was astonishing. They have somehow constructed a stage-sized tank (and it's a BIG theatre) that fills with water and seconds later is a solid floor. I don't know how they do it so stealthily you don't even notice it's happening even if you try to
catch them at it. Added to the usual Cirque acts are high diving and fancy-dress synchronised swimming. The usual acrobatics often end with a plunge into the pool. I couldn't decipher the story but the costumes are great and I could have easily seen more of everything.
I wanted to go to the Pinball Hall of Fame but fatigue and heat wore me down as well as the prospect of the long flight ahead of me. I was surprised to actually like Vegas. But I wish I were wealthy to see everything!
Monday, June 09, 2014
Revival
I have decided to try and revive my blog. Facebook does not lend itself to ramblings and after my trip I realized how many friends don't do FB. So I'm back and hope to continue to post stuff on a more regular basis. At this point, I think there will be less craft stuff; it will still be a part of my life, just not as central.
I'm going to start with reviewing the 3 week trip I just had in the US. JD was with me the whole time and it was very nice spending time with him after Skyping for so long. I'm going to do my review in sort of reverse chronological order with what's fresh on my my mind: a diatribe on airline travel.
This trip was made in 3 segments: Canberra to Washington, Washington to Las Vegas, and Las Vegas to Canberra. The middle one was the only one that was on time, but shared the physical impracticalities of the others. I had airline agents make all the scheduling of flights so they can't blame me for not giving myself sufficient time to make connections, but I missed them on each end. Going over I missed my LA-DC flight, one of the replacement flights was 3 hours late due to weather in the Midwest and electrical faults that shut down Chicago O'Hare airport and therefore messed up all flights passing thru it. A trip that usually took me 24 hours door to door was now 32 without sleep. Flights were late consistently, airport organisation requires extremely long walks, and very little consideration is built in for transporting luggage. It's almost as if airlines expect you to travel without any luggage at all, because they make collecting it and moving it from one part of the airport to another (domestic to international, or airline to rental car, and vice versa) very difficult. It will all get worse with an ageing population with more limited abilities.
I refuse to fly economy class on any flight longer than 90 minutes. There simply is not enough leg room, with my already sore knees right against the seat in front, and I pray that person doesn't want to recline. There is now a class called something like "premium economy", depending on airline, that offers more comfy seats and much better legroom. While it costs roughly twice economy class rates on Qantas, I don't recommend economy unless you are young, short, or a Japanese gymnast. Even premium economy can get interesting when headsets are plugged in, blankets and pillows in use, seats reclined, and someone (even you) wants to use the toilet. Practice the limbo before your flight.
Airport design mystifies me. I'm sure there is some logistical reason for a flight to arrive at the very last gate in one wing of the terminal and you must walk to the very opposite end to get a connection, pick up your luggage, or get to the shuttle bus you must ride to get a rental car. These are things thousands of people do daily but little concern is shown for their ease of travel, again something that will get worse as we all age, and are tired from traveling. In Las Vegas there were 23 baggage carrousels, all empty but the very last one where our luggage arrived. In LA, United had 2 very overloaded carrousels for all luggage. Traffic in airports is a nightmare of
mazes, with insufficient room for drop off and pick-up causing
universal disregard for parking restrictions, and further problems for shuttle busses required for connections. In LA they were announcing repeatedly that their shuttle bus system was being overhauled and to allow sufficient time for moving about. I didn't know this till I was standing there waiting for one, so it was a little late to tell me this. Never sighted a shuttle bus.
This can make it sound like I don't want to fly, and right this instant I don't! But it's the only way for me to visit folks in the US and the only way I can lure them to me. My advice is to expect the worst, allow LOTS of time for connecting flights, and try to pay extra for comfort. If any of you are really serious about coming but flinch at the cost, let me know and I'll gladly help. All the airlines and airports tell us they are improving things but that usually means more shopping opportunities in airports, and a reliance on technology, which is great when it works. Australia's electronic passport system was a failure for about a third of the folks using it because you have to do each step exactly right. Sleep-deprived elderly people are not used to whiz bang systems.
Next post I promise to be more upbeat. I hurt all over so I will ned some rest but I will return with photos. Great to see everyone I did. I had a great time in Utah.
I'm going to start with reviewing the 3 week trip I just had in the US. JD was with me the whole time and it was very nice spending time with him after Skyping for so long. I'm going to do my review in sort of reverse chronological order with what's fresh on my my mind: a diatribe on airline travel.
This trip was made in 3 segments: Canberra to Washington, Washington to Las Vegas, and Las Vegas to Canberra. The middle one was the only one that was on time, but shared the physical impracticalities of the others. I had airline agents make all the scheduling of flights so they can't blame me for not giving myself sufficient time to make connections, but I missed them on each end. Going over I missed my LA-DC flight, one of the replacement flights was 3 hours late due to weather in the Midwest and electrical faults that shut down Chicago O'Hare airport and therefore messed up all flights passing thru it. A trip that usually took me 24 hours door to door was now 32 without sleep. Flights were late consistently, airport organisation requires extremely long walks, and very little consideration is built in for transporting luggage. It's almost as if airlines expect you to travel without any luggage at all, because they make collecting it and moving it from one part of the airport to another (domestic to international, or airline to rental car, and vice versa) very difficult. It will all get worse with an ageing population with more limited abilities.
I refuse to fly economy class on any flight longer than 90 minutes. There simply is not enough leg room, with my already sore knees right against the seat in front, and I pray that person doesn't want to recline. There is now a class called something like "premium economy", depending on airline, that offers more comfy seats and much better legroom. While it costs roughly twice economy class rates on Qantas, I don't recommend economy unless you are young, short, or a Japanese gymnast. Even premium economy can get interesting when headsets are plugged in, blankets and pillows in use, seats reclined, and someone (even you) wants to use the toilet. Practice the limbo before your flight.
Airport design mystifies me. I'm sure there is some logistical reason for a flight to arrive at the very last gate in one wing of the terminal and you must walk to the very opposite end to get a connection, pick up your luggage, or get to the shuttle bus you must ride to get a rental car. These are things thousands of people do daily but little concern is shown for their ease of travel, again something that will get worse as we all age, and are tired from traveling. In Las Vegas there were 23 baggage carrousels, all empty but the very last one where our luggage arrived. In LA, United had 2 very overloaded carrousels for all luggage. Traffic in airports is a nightmare of
mazes, with insufficient room for drop off and pick-up causing
universal disregard for parking restrictions, and further problems for shuttle busses required for connections. In LA they were announcing repeatedly that their shuttle bus system was being overhauled and to allow sufficient time for moving about. I didn't know this till I was standing there waiting for one, so it was a little late to tell me this. Never sighted a shuttle bus.
This can make it sound like I don't want to fly, and right this instant I don't! But it's the only way for me to visit folks in the US and the only way I can lure them to me. My advice is to expect the worst, allow LOTS of time for connecting flights, and try to pay extra for comfort. If any of you are really serious about coming but flinch at the cost, let me know and I'll gladly help. All the airlines and airports tell us they are improving things but that usually means more shopping opportunities in airports, and a reliance on technology, which is great when it works. Australia's electronic passport system was a failure for about a third of the folks using it because you have to do each step exactly right. Sleep-deprived elderly people are not used to whiz bang systems.
Next post I promise to be more upbeat. I hurt all over so I will ned some rest but I will return with photos. Great to see everyone I did. I had a great time in Utah.
Monday, December 17, 2012
2012 opened with me recovering from the previous year's knee surgery. It is all healed now but there are complications. My knee-cap is very thin and is not being held in the proper position by the various bits of my knee tissue. It's slid down so it's resting over the end of my tibia. This causes pain, especially when the knee is held in a bent position as in sitting. My knee surgeon is the best but he couldn't offer a solution that would guarantee a fix. So the plan is now to lose the weight I packed on while immobile the previous year hoping it will mediate the pain. I have been on a strict diet since my moderate pigout in the States (but I do love bbq and root beer) and can already seen the weight start to go. Walking long distances will never be easy for me and I might never get to climb stairs quickly. The remainder of the infection has left the back of my leg with a large area of discoloured skin so I won't be showing off my legs (as if I ever did).
I spent 7 weeks state-side and aside from learning how out-of-shape I am (I bought a sign that says "I am in shape. Round is a shape"), I had a good time. I visited almost everyone who's high on my list, including both my brothers, but I can't do these marathon trips again. In fact, I'm trying to put together a plan where I come over more often but for shorter times. I'll turn 65 next year and will gain access to my US pension fund so I can afford it. Some other plans flitting about. I love visiting in October for the fall colour. Here we only have isolated trees that turn colour, not entire mountain ranges. Unfortunately Hurricane Sandy screwed up my departure, with Washington braced for the worst and closing all airports. I ended up having to drive to Atlanta and booking a flight on Delta to catch up with my flight back to Sydney. Not to minimize the horrific damage done farther north by Sandy, but she was just a lot of rain in Virginia and I don't believe it warranted closing airports just in case. As has happened before, I return torn between my two homes. I still love the US for all its flaws, but the medical expenses keep me from returning. Besides I still love Australia as well and would not want to give up the things I've made a part of my life over the past 21 years.
One of those things is of course, my football team. The Sydney Swans took advantage of my being out of the country to win the Grand Final, the championship of the whole AFL. I had promisied myself that the next time they made it to Grand Final I would pay the price and go to Melbourne to see it live. Not only could I not do that but I was on the other side of the world! I was able to watch it on replay and have indulged in fan memorabilia. The Swans have sent the Cup out to tour the fan-zones and, when it came to Canberra, I got to hold it and have my picture taken with it.
Back home I moved into renovation mode. Brian's former man-cave has been remodelled into a proper guest bedroom next the the already remodelled bathroom. So there is a suite ready for all of you who keep telling me you're coming to Australia. The former guest bedroom was rather small and is now my study with my genealogy stuff, computer, etc. Next task in 2013 is a new kitchen. I don't look forward to the actual event (and I'm certain Chianna wouldn't if she knew it was coming), but it's past its use-by date and I desperately want a new stove. I've also had a local firm make a wing chair plus ottoman made for my height so I can put my feet up when watching TV. Exit old recliners. Some more cosmetic stuff like flooring and drapes to follow. Then hopefully I will not need to remodel again.
I took another weaving course the the Australian National University and enjoyed it a lot. Met a new American pal who gets my sometime frustrations with Australiadom. The class was enough of a success that I have just purchased a small floor loom to be shipped from the US. It will have a much smaller footprint than the big one I bought in 2007 (and sold in 2008) and I will be able to do things I can't do on my table looms.
I am enjoying retirement, but wonder when I will ever get to everything I want to do. All my hobbies, from my veggie garden to my family history to spinning and weaving all take time. Adding anything else to the mix tends to tire me out extremely. You sometimes can't fight fibromyalgia when it says you aren't going to sleep, or your muscles will hurt despite medication. The fatigue can be crippling. I am very proud of myself for driving to Sydney mid-November to see Coldplay perform live. It was an epic adventure that tested my physical limits (I refuse to play the disability card if I can manage independently) but the experience was absolutely spectacular. They put on a hell of a show with lots of fun effects. It took me about 3 days to recover when I got home but it was worth it.
The genealogy trip is neverending. I got a pile of pictures from my brothers and my father's notes in the family Bible. The research can take forever, and I will need to visit some places in the US for more information. Neither the reference books nor the records are available in Australia. I've made contact with distant relatives via Ancestry. I'm still catching up with American history to learn about the ancestors.
This Christmas I will be alone as my dear mother-in-law has commitments in Sydney. I plan to watch the Lord of Rings Trilogy all the way through. No doubt Chi will spend it on my lap. She has forgiven me for leaving her for 7 weeks but still believes that as long as I am not standing up she has rights to my lap. She did not like the tradesmen banging and bringing nasty smells into her house and hid for days.
I close with a photos of my class project in my weaving course, a scarf woven of white wool with stripes of coloured rayon. When washed, the wool shrinks and the rayon doesn't, creating ripples in the fabric.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Yes, this time it has truly been an eon. I almost decided to let the blog die. I've been partly suffering from low-grade depression, which makes me think that my life is crap, and partly inertia. Let's get the ugly stuff out of the way first.
My knee has healed and I have full range of motion. I still get tired pretty quickly and my back isn't as strong as I'd like but if I did my exercises more rigorously that would help. However my right knee hurts now. Behind the knee cap, all the time. There isn't anything more surgically to be done since my surgeon said my patella was pretty thin already. Heaven help me if I have another infection. Let's not go there. So it hurts which makes me want to not exercise it which is no doubt counter productive. I've had a few bouts of gastric upset as well. This week I had a skin cancer (just a basal cell one) removed from my upper lip. I thought it was going to be really minor but it has proven to be more uncomfortable than expected. I feel like somebody punched me in the mouth and have a bandage over my upper lip. Gross. I went back to my optometrist who is going to fit me with a different style of contacts that cover more of the eye and supposedly give better vision. Meanwhile watching the footy is tiring as I can't see what's going on clearly enough.
I've been madly spinning everything in sight. I sold off $200 worth of spinning fibre on ebay to clear the decks a bit (and downsized the knitting stash to D as well) and am just spinning whatever comes to hand. Right now it's a blend of wool and alpaca in rusts, browns, fuschia, and orange. Plying merino and silk in red with black and white accents. Knitting has gone on the back burner with my eyes not 100%. My hands are often sore as well since winter has arrived. We've had temperatures at night below freezing already.
My genealogical work progresses. I am poking at a branch that were the first Dutch settlers of Albany, NY, and plan to map out the migration of some of the early Massachusetts ancestors. I found I have one ancestor who came over on the Mayflower, William White, and his son Resolved White. There is one ancestor with the exotic name of Naomi LaPorte who was a French emigree fleeing the French revolution. That's as close as I get to my mother's myth that we were descended from General Lafayette's brother.
I've been watching Masterchef again, but I skip the team competitions and watch when they are concentrating on a dish I would consider making myself. Maggie Beer sets the bar too high I think and doesn't allow enough time. I do wonder about the cooks hurtling about madly to finish their dishes in time, then cut to the kitchen totally clean and each cook brings a dish up one at a time. Some things must get cold or sit in their juices too long. Maggie's grape upside down cake must have been still hot when served or they are fudging the timeline elsewhere. I've been catching up on the TV series Fringe on DVD which seems an intriguing mix of X Files (not a fan), Lost, and Alias. J.J. Abrams shows his influence in all three. I look forward to seeing more of Leonard Nemoy as the enigmatic William Bell.
Last but NOT least is the weaving course I took at the ANU School of Textiles. It was billed as 3D weaving which involved making textures within the woven cloth, with things like pleats, waffle weave, and seersucker. My class project is above, a scarf of felted wool with stripes of rayon that created ripples and bubbles. I had to weave like hell because I was sick fo a couple of classes. But it turned out exactly right. I bought a battery powered fringe twister which was a treat for sore hands, then put it in the washing machine for felting. It's now soft and interesting and I can't wait to do another.
And yes, I got my hair cut. Now it's just under ear length and layered. Much easier to maintain.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Well, I told you I was wondering why I wrote this blog and I haven't come up with enough things of import in the past 2 months to write about. I have come out of my depression without intervention by a professional (fortunate, since my appointment with the shrink isn't until April). I have started work at the Library as a volunteer doing not very interesting material but it was good to see all the friendly faces. My physical well being improves. My back no longer hurts except for occasions when anybody's back would hurt: long time spent bending over, etc. I continue to have pain in my leg muscles after I walk any distance which is disappointing because walking was how I wanted to get fit. One day of walking means I am very sore the next day. I've had my enthusiastic Bhutanese gardener go after weeds in my garden. The Canberra weather has been extremely bizarre: cold and wet which is hardly a typical summer. My tomatoes don't know what to do when we had an all-time record low for January of 1C. They produce a handful of tomatoes. The lima beans are still going and have produced pods. I made 2 batches of zucchini pickle relish from blimps produced in the garden. We are at this moment having a hailstorm. Housewise, I got the drains cleaned out, have been nagging my gutter repairman to do the job he signed up for in November, and had to get my old DVD player wired into the new digital set-up because my new whiz-bang DVD player/recorder won't play region 1 DVDs and there is no hack for it that I could find. Since I have hundreds of American DVDs, this was not permissible so I had to take a step back to an older DVD player that has been hacked.
Otherwise, I read, watch TV, spin, work on my family history. The photo above is one I scanned from a collection of photos my sister had. I've made a couple of contacts with distant, previously unknown, relatives. I managed to get some data for my MIL's genealogy search as well. Books: I finished Judgement of Caesar by Stephen Saylor. I love his Roman mysteries and have read every one. I also finished Stephen Fry's second volume of autobiography, The Fry Chronicles. I raced through the Steve Jobs biography which I found absolutely riveting. What a complicated, driven, genius of a man. We will miss his mark on society since he personally approved of every tiny detail of every Apple product. I have been an Apple fan for a long time and now know some of the why. I bought a first generation Macintosh the first month they were on the market. My BBBB is now is Thames by Peter Ackroyd. My previous BBBBs proved not to be sleep inducing and are therefore languishing half read. I've been reading science fiction on my Kindle. I go through so many hard science/space opera novels that it hardly bears listing them.
I spun coffee brown BFL, some hand dyed BFL in blues, browns, and roses, and am now into 15 oz of merino & tencel in a lovely aqua/sea green. Bought two lots under different colour names from two different vendors and it turned out to be the same thing. I spin so much and knit so little that I wish I could sell some. My current new favourite TV show is Homeland partly because I love Damien Lewis. I am also a fan of the Canadian series The Republic of Doyle and Flashpoint. I am watching the British mini-series Exile because I love John Simm.
Next week I see the eye surgeon, have a mammogram, and I intend to make appointments for my teeth, the cat's annual check-up, and my hair. I am finally tired of the locks enough that they're coming off again. This weekend I am going blackberrying in the state forest with some of the girls. This assumes there are blackberries given the weird weather and that it doesn't rain.
Is that enough for 2 months? Don't know whether there is enough interest in what I do write, but I'll continue to update my waiting audience when there is something to post. Maybe after I start the weaving course in 2 weeks.
Monday, December 12, 2011
I really wore myself out last week because my head was convinced that I was back to full strength while my body very much was not. I did a lot of walking, especially around
the newly enlarged mall in Belconnen, partly to get new lights for my Christmas tree. Putting the tree up was part of my mind set of being on the road to recovery so, although it's a bit late, it's up and that's what counts. Fortunately the Imp shows no interest in the tree or its ornaments, although I never put anything breakable or edible on the bottom. I have had a cat that ate all the straw ornaments so I am cautious.
The weather is stuck in some other time dimension. We've continued to have rain (thunderstorms yesterday) and it's only around 20C and not very sunny. I've said it before but it's still true: this is not normal for Canberra in December. The garden loves it. The beans are blooming. So are the tomatoes but the weather doesn't suit them.
My BBBBs have been American Jezebel and Language Death and they have both been too stimulating and I haven't been sleeping. The David Crystal book inspired me with his rationales for multilingualism, including that being bilingual stimulates your brain. I have studied a long list of languages but the only one I feel comfortable in taking up again is Spanish, partially because it is an "easy" language. It's not hard to pronounce, it seems closer to Latin which helps me out, and I did study it intensely as recently (ha) as university. I have more years invested in French (5) but I can still read it with the help of a dictionary. So I got some simple Spanish stories for my Kindle and a dictionary for my iPhone and am going to try reviving my Spanish neurons. Even tho I taught Swahili in grad school, not much of it remains in my brain and I have little opportunity to use it. At least with Spanish I can read labels on stuff imported from the US! For those who only know me in the Swanknitter persona, I got a masters degree in Linguistics & Non-Western Languages, specializing in African languages and before that studied Latin, French and Spanish. Lack of jobs in the field shunted me into library work. I love learning languages, but they are like puzzles to me; once I figure out how they work I lose interest so rarely become fluent without constant exercise. My new BBBB is Foreign Devils on the Silk Road, which follows on from previous BBBBs about Central Asia. My Kindle book is another Neal Asher Ian Cormac novel, Line War.
My dear MIL is coming for a visit over Christmas, which overjoys me. I haven't seen her in over a year due to my knee. Once I got the word on the cataracts, driving to Sydney to her new home seemed beyond me and would put off a reunion till sometime around June next year. So seeing her over the holidays is the best present ever. Each year without the Bear is hard. I hope someday it won't be so raw.
I finished the handspun sock yarn for D. and It turned out really well, with the colours lining up almost exactly in plying. I finished a pair of Opal cotton socks last night and bought up 2 more balls of it (since I found out it was discontinued and I really like it). The last pair was grey/blue/pink and the next pair will be coral. I am spinning some brown wool of unknown origin but those blankets deserve stripes. I finished spinning what I think was 4 oz. of wool/silk/mohair blend in autumn colours. Have no idea what I'll do with it!
the newly enlarged mall in Belconnen, partly to get new lights for my Christmas tree. Putting the tree up was part of my mind set of being on the road to recovery so, although it's a bit late, it's up and that's what counts. Fortunately the Imp shows no interest in the tree or its ornaments, although I never put anything breakable or edible on the bottom. I have had a cat that ate all the straw ornaments so I am cautious.The weather is stuck in some other time dimension. We've continued to have rain (thunderstorms yesterday) and it's only around 20C and not very sunny. I've said it before but it's still true: this is not normal for Canberra in December. The garden loves it. The beans are blooming. So are the tomatoes but the weather doesn't suit them.
My BBBBs have been American Jezebel and Language Death and they have both been too stimulating and I haven't been sleeping. The David Crystal book inspired me with his rationales for multilingualism, including that being bilingual stimulates your brain. I have studied a long list of languages but the only one I feel comfortable in taking up again is Spanish, partially because it is an "easy" language. It's not hard to pronounce, it seems closer to Latin which helps me out, and I did study it intensely as recently (ha) as university. I have more years invested in French (5) but I can still read it with the help of a dictionary. So I got some simple Spanish stories for my Kindle and a dictionary for my iPhone and am going to try reviving my Spanish neurons. Even tho I taught Swahili in grad school, not much of it remains in my brain and I have little opportunity to use it. At least with Spanish I can read labels on stuff imported from the US! For those who only know me in the Swanknitter persona, I got a masters degree in Linguistics & Non-Western Languages, specializing in African languages and before that studied Latin, French and Spanish. Lack of jobs in the field shunted me into library work. I love learning languages, but they are like puzzles to me; once I figure out how they work I lose interest so rarely become fluent without constant exercise. My new BBBB is Foreign Devils on the Silk Road, which follows on from previous BBBBs about Central Asia. My Kindle book is another Neal Asher Ian Cormac novel, Line War.
My dear MIL is coming for a visit over Christmas, which overjoys me. I haven't seen her in over a year due to my knee. Once I got the word on the cataracts, driving to Sydney to her new home seemed beyond me and would put off a reunion till sometime around June next year. So seeing her over the holidays is the best present ever. Each year without the Bear is hard. I hope someday it won't be so raw.
I finished the handspun sock yarn for D. and It turned out really well, with the colours lining up almost exactly in plying. I finished a pair of Opal cotton socks last night and bought up 2 more balls of it (since I found out it was discontinued and I really like it). The last pair was grey/blue/pink and the next pair will be coral. I am spinning some brown wool of unknown origin but those blankets deserve stripes. I finished spinning what I think was 4 oz. of wool/silk/mohair blend in autumn colours. Have no idea what I'll do with it!
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
When I went to the supermarket yesterday, I passed their array of fresh flowers and was blown away to find this huge bouquet of peonies. I miss my US peonies terribly so to have these to admire is brilliant. I don't think I have soil suitable for them here. I don't think thay will last long; they've already gone from bud to full blown in 12 hours.In the process of researching 17th century America for genealogical purposes, I am reading American Jezebel by Eve LaPlante, about Anne Hutchinson. I'm not a very religious person. I was raised in the Congregational church, which was my choice for my family, made when I was 7. Since this denomination is descended from the original Puritans, I expected to find some chords to resonate in the story. I cannot say that today I am a Christian because I no longer believe in many of the basics of Christian faith but I do try to follow the ethical standards. I am now totally dumbfounded to find that the founding fathers of Massachusetts, who left England for religious freedom, became totally legalistic and narrow in their beliefs in the new world and prosecuted Anne Hutchinson for her differing opinions on points of theology. Of course, much of it boils down to the fact that she was a woman, who was supposed to be silent and obey her husband. Anne was brought up as an independent thinker, and one who believed at a deeply emotional level about how "salvation" is achieved. I don't believe in heaven or hell and I'm not sure what I think about what happens after you die. Sometimes I believe in karma; sometimes I think you just die. Of course these are the same legalistic ministers who banished my ancestor Roger Williams, so I shouldn't be surprised, but I was. The original society of Massachusetts in the 17th century is not quite how we were taught in school. I'm not sure those controlling ministers should engender the respect that they get as "founding fathers."
Canberra's weather continues to confuse me. We got 90mm (almost 4") of rain last week. Last night the thunderstorms started around 6PM and are still rumbling and raining at noon the following day. I have a small lake in my back yard and I would love it to stop raining long enough for me to pick strawberries, etc. The garden loves it and the weeds like it too. I need to get my gutters repaired but the guy can't fix them until it stops raining!
The cataract problem continues to bother me. If I read too much or do too much close work in the evening I often get a headache. Apparently cataract surgery is a simple process so I'll go ahead with the weaving course. I continue to have a weak back, but I'm doing exercises to strengthen the muscles. I have a weak lower back originally because I am missing part of a vertebra. I am told this is an extremely mild variety of spina bifida; it just means my lower back hurts when I lift things the wrong way.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
It's 2 AM and the Imp has woken me up twice since I turned the light off. It's our first really warm night this summer and I think she thinks I should be awake to share it with her. No thank you. I may have to eject her from my bedroom (and lose air circulation) if she won't settle down. Aside from walking around on me and demanding to be petted, she yowls.
The knee progresses but the back is still weak. I walked three city blocks on Friday and was barely able to keep upright at the end. But I also worked an hour in the garden mulching and weeding and was sore but managed to actually accomplish something. I'm getting good returns of strawberries but the spinach has given up in the heat. One of the varieties of pea has finished but another is still coming in if this hot spell passes.
My city visit was to see my optometrist because of semi-constant headaches, especially when I try to do close work. I feel like I'm straining to see. The verdict was unexpected: cataracts, when I was expecting new lenses. I see the surgeon in Feb just before the next weaving course. I hear the recovery time is short so I may be able to do both. The next weaving course is on textural weaving like waffle weave and seersucker, both of which I wanted to learn, so I really want to take it. I can drive now but don't trust myself in locations like city traffic (I know you who snort that Canberra has city traffic but we have sufficient concentrations of bad drivers). I think D doesn't want to relinquish driving my car but it's nice to have somebody there to take up the slack when I tire myself out. It's only been a month since surgery so I am entitled to longer recovery time.
I'm reading Martin Cruz Smith's Three Stations on my Kindle and have downoaded Steve Job's autobiography. My BBBB is American Jezebel about Anne Hutchinson, She co-founded Rhode Island with my ancestor Roger Williams based on radical ideas about freedom of religion and payment to the the Indians for taking over their lands,
The knee progresses but the back is still weak. I walked three city blocks on Friday and was barely able to keep upright at the end. But I also worked an hour in the garden mulching and weeding and was sore but managed to actually accomplish something. I'm getting good returns of strawberries but the spinach has given up in the heat. One of the varieties of pea has finished but another is still coming in if this hot spell passes.
My city visit was to see my optometrist because of semi-constant headaches, especially when I try to do close work. I feel like I'm straining to see. The verdict was unexpected: cataracts, when I was expecting new lenses. I see the surgeon in Feb just before the next weaving course. I hear the recovery time is short so I may be able to do both. The next weaving course is on textural weaving like waffle weave and seersucker, both of which I wanted to learn, so I really want to take it. I can drive now but don't trust myself in locations like city traffic (I know you who snort that Canberra has city traffic but we have sufficient concentrations of bad drivers). I think D doesn't want to relinquish driving my car but it's nice to have somebody there to take up the slack when I tire myself out. It's only been a month since surgery so I am entitled to longer recovery time.
I'm reading Martin Cruz Smith's Three Stations on my Kindle and have downoaded Steve Job's autobiography. My BBBB is American Jezebel about Anne Hutchinson, She co-founded Rhode Island with my ancestor Roger Williams based on radical ideas about freedom of religion and payment to the the Indians for taking over their lands,
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