My newest diamond painting project. I’m calling it ‘smiling turtle.’
Just beginning.
Somebody who has bigger feet than mine only have to wait for the heels and the legs of the socks. Probably not in time for Christmas but if I can keep my hands from hurting long enough. Aspercreme is my friend.
Though energy, hands, and back have stopped much practice on violin, uke, and even recorder, I hope to get it back. That and other yarn projects will have to wait for the healing.
I have enjoyed the heck out of playing Christmas songs some new, some old favorites from my childhood lessons. I realized in 5 days I will have to bundle them up with notes for next year. I plan to get more serious about scales, arpeggios, improvisations, and dare I dare, composing? It’s a lifelong dream. If not now then when?
Duolingo continues to keep my brain working. I usually do it while I ride at least 5 miles or over 30 minutes on my stationary bike. Now on level 2 rather than 1. Yay, that’s some improvement.
Dare I call it a habit that I started morning bed yoga? This morning my whole spine crackled. I’m hoping it was for good and not evil. I haven’t hurt anymore than usual so, maybe it’s good, eh?
We’re making progress, despite the loss of male bits yesterday. Sammie was very scared and disoriented when he first got home. It was like he didn’t know any of us or where he was. By evening he seemed to feel more at home.
By the way, it was so nice of the spay/neuter team to come out to our everything desert on their weekend to take such good care of our puppies and kitties.
Today we had a couple lap sessions and recliner time. He initiated. I was elated.
Sammie seems a little more tired today, but very loving.
Because of him, and aches and pains due to weather changes, I’ve gotten very little done today.
NaNoWriMo isn’t going well either. I reduced my word count goal to 25k.
Even piano was a short session.😥
The only thing that might show progress:
Mostly working on the sky it is easier to reach. Hopefully, I can start working on the dragon soon. The lighting show how sparkling the gems can be.
I hope you had a happy, safe, thoughtful Veterans’ Day. Thanks for your service folks.
Yay! I’ve finished the heels. Once I get to the heel, I stick with one pair until the last stitch.
Found on Facebook. Truth. I’m not even aiming for good. I’m aiming for fun. Music.
My newest project is making copies of some of my favorite pieces from an ancient book so that I can tape them together to avoid page turning. I’m horrid at the turns. Just not fast or coordinated to do that anymore.
The beach is finished!!! Now I need to straighten, seal, and send.
My other projects are holding their own. Not much progress. I can announce that yesterday I managed my 5 miles in 30 minutes on my stationary bike. Today, though, I just managed 15 minutes. My body is still not up to par.
Peace. I know. Who thinks of COVID as peaceful? But 2020 gave us a moment of peace. Many embraced this time as a time to grow, introspect. Many learned new skills or strengthened their talents. It all fit into my favorite part of the movie, Groundhog’s Day. What if we were given time to get better? Time to embrace our passions? We had that time and many of us were surprised at what we could do.
The thing is, I’d been thinking that way since ‘fibromyalgia’ took over my life. That’s what the doctor labeled the pain I went through. The pain left no energy and was all inclusive of my life. Yet at times it would disappear. That diagnosis was over 15 years ago.
But it was during that COVID year that I needed a tooth removed. The dentist gave me a round of antibiotics before he’d do the extraction.
On extraction day, I accidentally broke my baby toe. So immediately after having the tooth pulled, I went to Urgent Care. My mask was full of blood. I looked like a sated vampire.
That doctor looked me over. Yep, the toe was broken but outside of a crazy boot, there wasn’t much more to do. But with my temp he decided to put me on another round of antibiotics.
A weird thing happened. Even though my toe hurt, I didn’t hurt all over like I would have before that second round. Any hurt used to became body wide. Like every nerve was feeling the same pain as the stubbed toe. But suddenly the ‘fibro’ had disappeared. I don’t think it was ever that. But maybe a low grade infection had been in me for YEARS maybe decades.
So now I wasn’t working. I was living in a fear that the pain would return. But it didn’t. I was free to pursue my passions and curiosities. All languages, knitting, crocheting, loom-knitting, diamond painting, etc. etc. I was given Groundhog’s Day and pain relief.
That’s why I keep track of all my fun. The bits and pieces of my peace.
In lieu of Finishing Friday I offer this stream:
Haven’t done much in these. I need about two inches before the heel starts.
About the same for my watermelon socks.
See that wad of yarn vomit? Yeah. That’s how much I had to tink back. I was well into the heel when I noticed a big mistake. Hopefully, I can get back the lost bits soon. Once I start the heel, I pretty much stay with the one pair. See, once the heel is done, there’s only a couple inches of ankle bits. Then I finish each sock on it’s own set of needles. It makes the castoff easier that way.I don’t know if I shared but this ponytail holder finished with the beginning of my case of COVID. These little projects were about all the productivity I got done during the fever parts.
My latest ponytail holder.
Somehow I managed to keep at least one lesson a day in Duolingo. And I cheated here on the blog with the slightest post of a funny daily here.
Music and diamond painting had to stop until I started having energy again. I think that was about Wednesday.
Just a piece of sky left to do.
Piano and ukulele started then but I just picked up the violin yesterday. I just barely played Twinkle and that was enough.
Same with the stationary bike. Wednesday I did 12 minutes or around a mile. By Friday I got up to 15 minutes or 2 and a half miles. So energy is returning slowly.
With health I can regain my passions piece by piece. And that gives me peace.
Let me apologize. I know I’ve been phoning it in all week. I’m much better now. Temps are near normal. Coughing is minimal. I even have had a moment or two of energy. But they are seldom.
I love getting calls from my family and friends but this week my son got off the phone in a couple of minutes. My hoarse voice and constant coughing made conversation impossible. Still, it was nice to hear from him.
Tomorrow will be my week. Friday was Chris’s week. The other guys are Tuesday and Wednesday. It’ll be nice to not sound like a kennel. But better out than in, right?😂
I look forward to being back to normal. Whatever that is.
I have about six books to review, but my energy seems to want only a blanket and garbage rerunning TV. But thought I’d check in. My numbers here should be the same as Duolingo:
But one lesson there and I’m exhausted.
On the plus side, my husband is up and seems to have energy. So I look forward to that!
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Books, games, music, and life — filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
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