..in the new loom, the reign of cold and dark, possibly my back!
This is what my fix for not having a second warp beam looks like (the clamps are temporary – I broke the cordless drill. They’re all my personal clamps btw, the big iron ones I inherited from my grandad).
I couldn’t back into the corner any further, you’ll have to imagine bundles of yarn being held down by the blue, hanging clamps:
If I decide to keep the beast, I get to ponder whether I want to treat myself to a real extra beam, or possibly get a cap on that big molar which has been repaired umpteen times for at least 20 years. What do you think? You can guess where I’ve put my bargaining chips in the past, but I am passing into repair age, there’s no denying that anymore. The beam comes out just a tad cheaper than the tooth! So it’s a competition between getting what I already technically have, or something new.
I’m having another go at that resolution “get outside for some light and air every day”. It’s been harder to remember since Molly died but now that spring is springing it should be easier. Didn’t make it before sunset today, but here’s last minute proof!
I’m dutifully doing the pitiful (as in surprisingly hard) exercises I got from my new physiotherapist. Can’t really feel any difference yet, so in a fit of spite I’ve been mucking my horse boxes AND driving the wheel barrow two days in a row. It was all good and fine to rest when it was the work that gave me pain, but since I’m now living with it no matter what, I may as well get some bang for my buck? Besides, if I manage to catch up on some chores, perhaps I get to go sit on that pony too, the air is becoming mild enough that I don’t blow my eardrums. So it would be pretty awesome if I could schedule my fatigue for when it’s raining, like. Please. Not how it usually works, but hope sometimes springs too.