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  Morning comes I wonder What next bad thing will happen Will things get worse? Can they get worse? Yes  Yes, they can I squeeze my eyes shut to  Blank out the sights Listen  Can I hear the fabric of our Reality ripping apart? Yes? Maybe? No? If no, I open my eyes Try to…

  If it was ‘easy’, everyone would be doing it… Yesterday I got the appointment for the next injection into my lumbar back.  The best they could fit me in was in about 2 weeks. I’m an ‘old hand’ at managing my symptoms and energy, but I am, quite frankly, running on empty after months…

  I made it to the halfway point of the 2nd scarf today.  The photo doesn’t really do the colour justice.  The grey is shiny, more like metal.  Silver.  Or steel. The opposite side of the cloth is a ‘negative’ of this side – where the cloth is white, it’s grey and vice versa.   Part…

  old photo of some of my silk stash Sometimes I get a ‘good idea’, mull it over, don’t see any down sides and then proceed with it. And it doesn’t turn out the way I would like. When I have minimal numbers of spoons for each day, I have little in the way of…

  6 shaft 4 block Bronson Lace One of my favourite weave structures to design with is Bronson Lace. Yesterday I worked on the article for WEFT (no this isn’t a draft from the article) and was reminded how neat, how tidy the weave structure is.  And how much freedom I have because I know…

  Even as (some) things get ‘better’, (some) things get ‘worse’. So hey, I’m still here.  I’m not doing much right now, though.  My body seems to hate me, although in reality it is just complaining.  Mostly about how many times I ‘pushed through’ whatever it was I was dealing with at the time. ‘Rode…

  Even as (some) things get ‘better’, (some) things get ‘worse’. So hey, I’m still here.  I’m not doing much right now, though.  My body seems to hate me, although in reality it is just complaining.  Mostly about how many times I ‘pushed through’ whatever it was I was dealing with at the time. ‘Rode…

  Even as (some) things get ‘better’, (some) things get ‘worse’. So hey, I’m still here.  I’m not doing much right now, though.  My body seems to hate me, although in reality it is just complaining.  Mostly about how many times I ‘pushed through’ whatever it was I was dealing with at the time. ‘Rode…

  white rose bushes on my daily walk when I could still walk We have been dealing with a national tragedy, and I can’t stop thinking about it.  And how this tragedy is being dealt with here in Canada.  And how the alt right is using our grief to make political points. If you don’t…

  This meme has never resonated so thoroughly as I begin what appears to be the beginning of recovery from what has been making my life miserable for literally years. As with any health issue, it appears to be true that however long it took you to get to ‘bottom’ it takes the same time…