I’m in Scotland. SCOTLAND. FREEDOM! And I’m a little drunk. Did I mention I was in SCOTLAND. Missing Gerry. MWA – MISS YOU GERRY! Missing the kids. Miss you Hannah (best daughter EVER!) and Max (AMAZING son) and I wish I was with you. Wish it so hard that if wishes could come true I’d…
Category: Philosophical
Last Post For A While
So instead of rushing it, we simply missed the boat trip and had a leisurely dinner, chatting, spending time together that we seldom get to spend. It was wonderful. Norah and I met about 25 years ago and have been good friends ever since, it’s very good to get to spend time with someone I admire so much (both professionally and personally!)
Exactly What I Need To Hear (er, read) Today
My lack of stamina, my unexpected flare ups, the pain visits have so sapped my confidence that I have been feeling rather low about my ability to do – anything.
Rick Levine, do I need to get a restraining order..?
I’m feeling like I need an office again, and I just can’t stand the thought of kicking the family out. Mostly, I don’t have the resources to man the castle and keep the interlopers (aka Gerry, Hannah & Max) at bay. So I’m taking over my corner of the basement.
Stretching
I am not Wonder Woman. I’m not sure I ever was. But I did feel pretty wonder-full for a continuing period of time. Designing, teaching, coping – I was doing a lot, and the fibro is probably the price I’m paying for it.
Soft in the Middle
What the hell is so special about that scarf. So here is one up “yours”!
JESUS CHRIST…just another pattern.
Walking My Bike
I’ve learned that one of the best ways to control fibromyalgia pain is through exercise, aerobic is better. The bike is the most enjoyable for me, it’s something I really WILL do, so I gravitate toward it.
Pondering In My Heart
Obviously I need to knit more. Or maybe I need to stir things up? Or maybe I need some dispersant? However you spin it, this fibro-depression is lurking just under my surface like a 300 foot plume.
Hiatus
My health is nose diving again, whether it’s another fibro flare up (which it feels like) or what, I’ll be dedicating all my energies to TNNA over the next week and won’t be blogging. I will post more about Ireland in a bit, but right now typing, knitting, just about everything hurts. Bike riding helps…
5:30 in Raphoe
For my part, I spent my time pondering that although my family is over 300 years removed from Ireland / Scotland / Wales, I’m only 2 generations removed from a time when spring houses were necessary to keep butter cool and if you couldn’t make do you went without. My mother was born in 1919, her mother in 1889. In grandma’s corner of West Virginia, in many ways it may as well have been 1789.