January in the WI Northwoods brings snow, ice, subzero temps, and occasionally, whatever virus is going around. My family had a late (Jan. 7th) Christmas get-together with three grandchildren, who I found out later, had been sick over three weeks. Within a few days of that gathering, four of the six adults present were sick. I was the first. For days my life was sleeping, sitting, water bottle, a little TV, kleenix, and cough drops. It has taken me 17 days to get over this and finally feel almost back to normal, just a bit of cough hanging on.
During the time I was sick, it snowed three times. My stepping outside the door was limited to taking the dog out 4-5 times a day, So, there is currently a good 16″ of snow on my sidewalk that I am starting to deal with today.
At the start of the new year I set a few new goals for the studio, including weaving on my drawloom, daily, even for just a few minutes. On better days while sick I did manage to add a few rows. There are new weaving habits to be created, and this is one. Right now, it is a bit of practice, tweaking, deciding whether to re-sley.
A lot of my weaving books had migrated up to the second floor living room over the past 4 months or so, and are now back in the studio. To provide breaks from chairs and loom benches, I’m reorganizing my weaving/spinning/felting/fiber books, keeping those I will want to refer to within easy reach. Some will be packed for the move as I have run out of shelf space.
So as I write this, it is January 26th, the month nearly gone, and I am so far behind on what I’d hoped to have done. Looking ahead, I am planning my work, and aiming to keep a balance between creative work/studio, and work on home, deep cleaning, packing, etc. Yard work will be waiting for me in spring.
Now, there is a warp to beam on the band loom, a new scarf warp to be made for the Standard loom, a warping trapeze to learn to use, and a lot of weaving to do. I’d best get to it!
P.S. Right after posting this, a five minute phone conversation with my daughter-in-law left me once again with almost no voice, thanks to whatever has been ailing me. Her last words were “Mom,… call someone!” So I did, and was able to get in 45 minutes later. The nurse practitioner is calling is bronchitus, and I returned home with an antibiotic and something for the cough. I’m hoping in a few days this will all be a distant memory.