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Glad you're back - a little. Now go rest! We want you back for good, even if it means a longer wait now while you get healthy enough!
Welcome back, sweets. Lovely to hear your virtual voice.
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Monday, August 29, 2005 I am back. On a limited basis, of course. Limited will be difficult. If I find myself unable to function within boundaries, I’ll be off again. But I shall try my utmost to shepherd my hands through the transition from youthful resiliency to middle aged stiffness. There is still some tingling and pinching in my left arm but my right feels perfect. The ankle sprain, of the triangular ligament on the inside of my ankle between the heel and the bone, will take weeks to heal. I have a wonderful foamy velcro strappy thing to wrap around it that fits into the world’s ugliest brown shoes which clash with everything I could wear except jeans, but which totally support my feet. So the second most difficult thing I’ll be doing in the coming weeks, (after severely limiting my time at the keyboard) is to sacrifice fashion for health. I feel a bit like an 18th century French saloneuse being told to give up her lead based makeup. I can do it. I see the need to. But to sacrifice fashion to this degree is extraordinarily difficult.
Tomorrow I have a check-up with DR. and today I begin water therapy at the gym.
So - how did I spend my week of recuperation? Asleep for the most part and wishing the painkillers were stronger when I was awake. And reading very light books. And napping. And watching frivolous movies. All of the Vicar of Dibley. Several Ginger Rogers/Fred Astair movies. The Addams Family. And sleeping.
I also did some desultory knitting on class prototypes. I finished the Christmas stocking, but for the weaving in and blocking. And I’ve knit numerous squares for my finishing class and the Crochet for Knitters class. I finally did a little reading from Debbie New’s book Unexpected Knitting. It’s a big book and heavy. I’ve had the book a year and a half now, and haven’t really studied it. Her architectural understanding of knitting absolutely blows me away and I’ll admit it - intimidates me a bit too. Also - I suffer from Librarian’s Syndrome - you don’t have to know something, just know where it can be found. I tend to buy the books and smugly shelve them, like some lexiconic pack rat.
Okay - I can feel my wrist protesting so I shall end with this photo which warms my librarian’s heart; not the posed reader in center front, but the mama reading Thomas the Tank Engine to her little boy. It also demonstrates Bess’ Theory of Blue: that blue is the color of choice for the majority and, all else being equal, they (including fiber judges) will pick the blue one.
My prayers go out to the folk in New Orleans and all along the path of Katrina. posted by Bess | 6:27 AM