Let’s start where it ought to be, the beginning. You know I’ve been having some nerve issues with my hands and such, bleeding into my shoulder blade and down my left leg. And after a solid 10 hours of knitting yesterday and another 6 this morning, I couldn’t take anymore. I did some reading, resting my digits and such until I felt I could handle the needles again, but it wasn’t working, it was frightfully causing things to go worse. If you could see my hands at rest, they look like they’re clutching tennis balls.
Dreadfully hot, and with a waterspout popping up out the window, I raced outside and saw the monstrous things tear through the water, slip and slurp all it could in its pass and suddenly dissipate. I took one photo and camera went dead. But, there you have some evidence of an afternoon that had me thinking….rest is endlessly bothersome to me. Action is what makes these bones of mine work right, these nerves of mine to connect properly again.
With it being a heat index of 115, I decided to strip down. If you need the visual, its me in sport briefs and boots…and ballcap. I wanted to move, I wanted to be active….in my urban days, a trip to the club to dance would have worked. In Berlin it was Linientreu, in Orlando it was Barbarella, Savannah had Goth Night at Club One. With one of those available at the moment, there was no other option. I had to dance here, alone, strictly in my undies and plagued with no pain, but the loudness of the music.
So here I was just a short while ago, headphones added to the garments described before dancing my heart out to some Siouxsie, Sisters Of Mercy, Skinny Puppy, The Smiths (I tighten my laces for them), and some Nitzer Ebb.
I haven’t felt this good in years.
Oh, and what was I reading earlier, you ask? Well, I think I’ve met my match. By random occurance, I met a man who knits, who is deeply devoted to his buddy of a cat, of Scottish descent, and an amazing writer who has intolerable issues with isolation and loneliness. Here I was thinking I was the only one….Were he not in San Fransisco, I would easily ask him to dinner…..
….but since he is 3,000 miles away, I’d like to publicly introduce you to him. And perchance, we may in some way get to meet at the top of the Empire State Building. Click on his photo to read his blog. Next up? Tomorrow I’ll be sharing with you Beth’s Bear and The Brave Little Owl’s blog. You don’t wanna miss it. I’ve been working this up for days…
…Ok, I feel like dancing a bit more.