I feel weird apologizing on my own blog for the lack of fiber-y things, but still. I’m apologizing. Maybe because that’s why some of you started coming in the first place.
I’ve been doing other things. And my son is getting more and more demanding, both in things he demands of me, and requiring more of my attention to keep my house intact and his-self alive and undamaged.
I’m not quite sure when the fiber arts will be constant and abundant on the blog again, and I do miss them. I still love blogging, so I’m going to prattle on about things, many of which will undoubtedly be the antics of my son, because that’s a huge part of my world right now… (I say as he reaches for my mouse. And I push it out of reach. And he yells at me and pushes my leg. And my elbow, making it hard to type).
So, my arms are killing me again. I can barely pick up anything with my left hand. I’d kind of ignored my arms while I was sick, because I didn’t really want restrictive braces on while I was overly sensitive, you know how being sick is. And I’m still on the road to recovery. My arms have had enough. So I’m wearing ONE brace.
And I’m still playing the guitar. Which is why I think I’m hurting as much as I am. It’s so frustrating. I don’t want to stop.
I spent much of this morning writing a song at the request/demand of my friend Sara, who hosts our little guitar group that gets together on Wednesday afternoons. We’re all supposed to write one before next week, and hers is already done.
Anyway, my song is unbelievably sad. As in, depressing, not lame. Tho’ it might be that, too. It’s hard to tell when you’re writing something yourself. I’m still hoping to be able to post songs here relatively soon. Maybe you could offer some constructive criticism or suggestions when the time comes? That could be fun.
I’ve been asked to play guitar on the 3 day field trip Abby’s class is taking to Eastern Washington next week. (I get to sleep in a tent. All by myself. I’m incredibly excited. I didn’t marry a camper, so any chance I get is glorious). I told her teacher that I’m very much a “student”, and there are probably going to be others there more qualified than me, but I remain asked. So I’ll do it. I figure, if 70+ people are singing “Roll On, Columbia Roll On”, they aren’t going to be too aware of my little flubbs.
Right?
They won’t hear.
I’m trying to overcome fear of performing anyway.
And even if I mess up every chord, they’ll still love me.
Yeah. So, I borrowed my brother’s guitar to take, because it’s easier to play than my mom’s, which I have on semi-permanent loan.
I don’t think I could swing my electric (I bought the groovy Fender Strat) and battery powered amp. I think they’re looking for “traditional”. But man, it’d be fun.
May 2nd, 2008 at 9:06 am
I don’t mind hearing about life other than crafting. It is fun to hear what is going on in your life 🙂
May 2nd, 2008 at 9:06 am
I know what you mean. Your Clark and my son are not that far apart in age. I keep coming back not just for the fibery goodness, but to see how you can possible manage it all. Mothering, Weight issues (oh how I know what you are going through), and the guitar (I SO have been wanting to get back to mine). And I don’t feel so alone when I see you little one going crazy with the markers. I have definitely hidden all ours and leave ONLY the washable crayons out. But I know one day…
Just keep going. I love to ready your blog.
May 2nd, 2008 at 9:25 am
If you haven’t had a doctor really check on your arm, please do it soon. My husband kept thinking “it’s just too much time at the computer” until he got to the point of not being able to do anything with his right (dominant) hand. Turned out he needed spine surgery—and that still hasn’t solved everything as he also has nerve inflamation and still can’t do a thing with his right hand.
These problems do not cure themselves with rest, time, or braces. I sure hope your problems are so easily solved.
May 2nd, 2008 at 12:56 pm
My son, 1,5 years, tried to burn down our new apartment (moved in on Tuesday) today. He switched on the oven and the stove, and I only noticed when the fire alarm started beeping.
My daughter _never_ did anything like this. I might need a cage for the little monkey to live in until he’s 15 or so.
May 2nd, 2008 at 11:18 pm
Hi there,
Phil knows of a good chiropractor in Redmond, and we had a fabulous one in Issaquah if you want to try that. Usually pains in extremities can be linked to the spinal column, and I highly recommend chiropractic care for any sort of back issues. Let me know. As for the non-fiber-related stuff, it’s totally understandable and it’s your blog – you can blog whatever you like! 🙂
May 3rd, 2008 at 10:03 am
I hear ya sister. I haven’t been blogging much lately either because…well….I’ve stalled out a little on my knitting. There has been some but not enough that I think people woudl want to hear about it! So I pepper in posts of my life and the kids antics. And boys at this age are totally crazy. TOTALLY. I love how Stephenie Meyers describes her sons. Chimpanzees on crack. That pretty much sums it up now doens’t it?
May 5th, 2008 at 10:15 am
May I recommend Dr. Steve Cavanaugh? 🙂 I love hearing about your non-crafty life as well as the crafty, though all in all you make me feel pretty inadequite. I can’t even spell the word! aarrrrgh.
May 5th, 2008 at 1:35 pm
Heh, you know what I associate this blog with, more than fiber or family (I’ve been reading since right before you found out you were pregnant with Clark)? Twilight. That’s right, baby. I might never have heard of it if it hadn’t been for this site. After I read it I went back and found the entry where you and Nate went to Forks, La Push, and Port Angeles (I’m thinking you went to Forks, but I remember the other parts more vividly) and took a vicarious “look” around… even though I suppose I could drive there (I live in WA too!) if I really wanted to.
So, your reader demographic might be changing slightly but it’s always a great read for me.