I'm a fiber artist, and more than a little bit off the wall, that's okay.
His Name was Alvin Ives Jr. 20 years ago in August, he went to his eternal reward.
When I met you, I stuttered, I could not read anymore. I also lapsed into baby talk.
You were a quiet, sweet person, but I could trust you. On September 2nd, 1997, you took my hand and led me to my first AA meeting. I still remember how warm your hand was.
I was pretty fogged up that night, but I remember.
Thank You Al, for saving my life all those years ago. Thank You. -L
Morning all. This question hit me like a rock the other day ago. It wasn’t something that one of you sent in, it was one of my own.
I am so much more than a knitter. Yes, when I started this blog back in the dark ages, I did the podcast and all sorts of nonsense. I was out to take over the world.
Over time, I stopped the podcast. Back then, podcasts were not sponsored, unless you were “How Stuff works” from the discovery channel. Yes, the discovery channel used to own that and a bunch of other podcasts.
I would produce almost daily, and talked about books, knitting, other things and recovery. I still do, on a simplified version, the blog itself. It’s much cheaper to just have a blog, and to write than to pay for internet, hosting and all the equipment.
Life is still good, even on pain days. However, this doesn’t address the knitting. Let me put a pin in this, and talk about yesterday.
At 1 in the morning, my beloved sent me text saying he had his pre-surgery Dr’s appointment. I invented some silent swear words. I also dealt with it. I stayed up as long as I could, caught a quick nap, and then took him to the Dr. His appointment was at 2 pm. I’d had a 90 minute nap.
Whilst he was occupied, I snuck into sprally world. I grabbed a cooler to purchase. (I have a hoard of similar items.) I also went to the pharmacy. My insulin needs to be kept cold, and I am always looking to upgrade the system. After the pharmacy, I was intending to get my beloved iced coffee from my favorite little nook.
Sadly, that was not meant to be, and the Husbeasterly unit decided he needed to be picked up. Grr… Iced Coffee!!!!!!! Okay, I went and picked himself up instead, and then headed to kwiktrip.
Okie dokie. Once there, I grabbed bread, milk, and some needful things. Then paid and loaded the car. My beloved was in too much pain, and stayed in the car. I put the cart away, and we went home.
Once there, I unloaded all but one bag, locked the vehicle, and we came in. Breakfast was some hot sandwhiches, chips and milk. I did a grocery order, and then crashed until the groceries were ready for pickup. It was after 5:30 pm by then.
At 7:50pm, I woke up, scrubbed my face, and drove to get the minimal grocery order. It was mostly doggy treats for young Master Duke. I stopped at Walgreens, picked up some things to keep my head pretty, and came home.
On repeat, I unloaded the car, put everything away, and sat at the desk. I had 1 diet sunkist orange, and then basically hit the bed. At 11pm, I crashed until this morning.
I didn’t pick up one stitch at all the whole 24 hours.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I still stitch. I really do. I also post videos on tiktok as tetchedistress1972. However, I don’t have much to write about on the stitching line.
Nowadays, I mostly write about camping, life as a disabled woman, and trying to stay sane in a mad world. Once in awhile, I will write about recovery. Yet at the end of the day yesterday, my energy bar was so depleted, that no magical bean water was going to save me, and I’m sure Iborrowed against today’s adventures.
It’s okay. Life is still good. Besides, I did get a 2 liter diet soda out of the deal. I’m currently conquering that, and will fart copiously later.
Stay crazy my friends. -L
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