Monday Redux (Krissie)

Okay, why is this computer being weird?  I’m bouncing between three computers and none of them are working right, but what the hell.  I’m trying to add media (as in, put a picture or two up) and it’s not working.  Grrrrr.

I’ve been busy!  After being so worried about my lack of energy, I seem to be able to do more, the more I push.  First off, I’m making myself turn off everything before 11 and start trying to go to sleep then.  While I’ve generally been sleeping till about ten, Yesterday I got up at seven and today at quarter past six.  And I did so much yesterday.  I scrubbed the kitchen – every bit of countertop, tossing things right and left.

I think it was Hoarders that did it.  I’d watched it a couple of times in the past and felt great sympathy for the people who were trapped by their possessions, the clear mental health problems that affected them.

And then I watched it a couple of weeks ago, and took a look at my house.  It truly is appalling.  I don’t know how it got so bad, but it’s really horrifying, so bad that when I showed Tim what my bedroom looked like when we were Facetiming he was shocked, and he grew up with my haphazard ways.

So I cleaned the room.  It’s an ongoing process, but I removed incredible amounts (5 bags to Goodwill) and in the following two weeks I keep chipping away at the stubborn stuff left, not letting it slide back into chaos.

Everywhere I look it’s horrifying, truly.  So I’m feeling really good about what I’ve been doing so far.  Last week alone I did the following:

wrote every day, worked on revisions for older books, made a dress, pants and outfit for the Wellie Wisher doll I’m giving Ali (You can find what I’ve been making on Instagram – I followed Jenny’s plan for posting an art project every day, but in my case it’s just my creativity for the day.  
Son of a bitch, it’s upside down again. That was my doll sweater which, while not perfect, is still useable. I added white buttons.

Sigh. 3 computers and none of them working well. So, made bread pudding, fresh bread and seafood scampi for dinner, went to church, worked on cleaning out the hall, squared up Ali’s quilt, went off to the big city, the shrink, crochet class (I’m taking a beginner’s course to work on the basics). Lots and lots of other stuff this week as well, all without ending up flat on my back in exhaustion like I was (technically I know I should say “as” I was but what the hell).
And I think a lot of it is my worry & anger about feeling so gobsmacked the other time that I was determined not to give in.
Let me tell you about my sister. Taffy was a beauty when she was young, but all three of us children were damaged goods. For some reason I survived and they didn’t. My sister lost her 18 year old son, and then her adopted away 38 year old daughter, and it was too much. She’d wanted to be waited on her entire life (her toddlers would bring her her cokes) and she basically got in a chair and didn’t get out. She had Chronic Fatigue (probably) and unbearable grief, even though she still had Mini-me, and when something hurt she gave into it. By the time she died she’d gained more than a hundred pounds and could barely walk, and her death was from emphysema complicated by obesity. I still have things I need to process about all that.

But I was starting to feel like I couldn’t move, like I was too exhausted to even try. So I rested a couple of days, and then got up and got moving. And I keep pushing just a little more every day, and the more I push, the more I can do. It’s logical – we all learned this when we were young, but it’s easy to forget as pain and age start to take their toll on our bodies. I’ve got something called Chronic Pain Syndrome, with two destroyed knees, fibromyalgia, plantar fasciitis, carpal tunnel syndrome, replaced shoulder that is very funky (weak and painful) blah blah blah.
My sister, and a lot of other people, focus on that pain. But since you can’t really get pain-free (and people run into trouble with opioids when they try) you have a choice to cave and whine or to keep fighting it. (Taffy didn’t whine, but she was understandably hopeless). I’m going to keep fighting, and I’m beyond happy with the very fast results.

I think it’s a part of aging – you keep expecting to have the energy and mobility you had thirty years ago, but there’s wear and tear on the joints, and damn, you just get tired. But you have to push beyond your comfort zone, or be the sort of person obsessed by her aches and her troubles.

(I bet you’re rolling on the floor because I probably seemed obsessed by my aches and troubles on here. I’m not, but when I talk to you guys I’m thinking about my life objectively, so I may whine a bit. Mea culpa).

So that’s Sister Yoda’s advice for the day. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. (Sister Yoda is from Wales). Or, as my role model would say, “Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death. Live!” It is a banquet, full of wondrous (and horrible) things. You can wait for your food to be delivered on a tray to your hospital bed and you can go out there and wrestle it to the ground.

I’m all for wrestling.

Working (Krissie)


. I’ve been creating. Well, I’ve been doing a million things, including attacking the episode of Hoarders that is my house. This is an outfit for Sweetie (that’s what I’m calling the doll) who’s a present for Ali. She’s a Wellie Wisher – a smaller, younger version of an American Girl doll, and I’m trying to get a wardrobe together for her among all the other things I’m trying to do.


The pattern is from a Craftsy class in making doll clothes, though I had to adjust the sizes for the small doll (feeling very smug about that).

At the same time I’m trying to up my crochet game. I’m taking a course for beginners and advanced beginners, I’ve got the basic Craftsy course and of course Crusie’s taught me a lot. So I made this for an American Girl doll and later added white buttons.

Next up – a new crochet project and sewing a knit dress for Sweetie. Stay tuned.

 

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Here lies madness (Krissie)

. I somehow ended up with too many computers, or what’s known as an embarrassment of riches. For a while I was there without a working computer – this one, known as Lagoud II (Lagoud I already lived a full life) had crashed, and when I took it to the Apple repair place it was deemed “vintage” (six years old) and the authorized guys weren’t allowed to touch it. Since I’d already replaced the hard drive once I figured it was finally at the end of it’s sweet life (Lagoud I had lived about 6 years), but unfortunately the trackpad on Lagoud III had died and I was using an external mouse. Oh, the horror! And I couldn’t drop it off for repair since I had no backup computer (even though Richie has a PC and he and I both have iPads.). So when I went to pick up the battered hulk of Lagoud II I had bit the bullet and decided I needed a second Macboook Air. II is a MacBook Pro with a lovely 15 inch scree, III is a MacBook Air, so I dropped II off to have the trackpad fixed and bought the second air, or IV. And then found out II could probably be repaired. I should have immediately changed my mind on the new Air but I didn’t (bad Krissie). Turns out II just needed firmware, not a new hard drive. III has a fixed trackpad and it’s lovely, IV is lovely. Sigh. But I’ve been wanting to get Richie over to Mac’s, so I’m going to force him to use IV instead of always sitting with his back to me at the desktop computer. And I’m loving this nice big screen.

I should probably come up with different names. My second Mac was called Baby Jenny because it was small (a simple MacBook) and Mini-me told me I should buy it (twisted my arm, she did). The others are named after my baby brother, who loved computers and worked as a Mac technician during his sober times. He was utterly brilliant – he was Douglas after my father but we called him Dougal, and Dougal backwards is Lagoud. Or close, like Ohlrogge backwards is Eggroll. So I name my computers in his honor.

Actually this baby has been rechristened, so maybe I’ll call it by it’s computer password, Hiddleston. Or maybe just Hiddles. Yeah, that works better – you’re now looking at Hiddles. IV will be Richie’s computer, and III can be the official Lagoud, since that’s the one I travel with.

I’ve also been following Jenny’s lead and posting daily art/craft projects on Instagram. This weekend I made a quilt top, a crocheted top for an American Girl doll, and knit pants for a Wellie Wisher (the smaller, younger version of an AG girl, which is my present for Ali for her birthday this year.). I also watched crafting videos and listened to the most wonderful YA (late YA) book called Trust by Kylie Scott. I can’t recommend it highly enough – I was totally sucked in and absolutely adored it.

This week – writing, sewing, getting the computers set. I’m in full Auntie Mame mode – Life is a banquet and I’m gorging (not physically, thank goodness).

Tell me all the things you’ve been doing? I seriously want to know.