I still remember the very first time I heard "early music", long before I ever found the SCA... I was wandering around in Cambridge MA, and there was a group of musicians playing together in a courtyard of a modern apartment building that was open to the street and sidewalk. Must have been sometime in the late 70's, as that is when I was living in that neighborhood... I was mesmerised...
has subtitles but what a treat
Yesterday was the MRI of my Cranky Ankle, a new life experience... Wasn't particularly fun, but nowhere near as horrid as it had been described, in part because the machine was one of the newer "compact" ones, and not the whole body tube some of my friends had been required to endure. The discomfortable part was having to have both my legs immobilised in somewhat painful positions, and being required to hold them absolutely still for up to twenty minutes at a time. The alternative I preferred to the rather horrid pop music on the headphones was simple earplugs, and the machine itself made many different loud banging sounds. They neglected to first tell me to not only hold my legs and feet absolutely motionless, but also the rest of my body; when I reached up to rub my nose, a whole series of images needed to be redone, much to my dismay... The experience was most peculiar, as I seemed to feel vibrations? inside my feet while the machine was in operation, I imagine from the deep sounds affecting the parts inside the "doughnut". I used the time to imagine that the magnetic (rays? waves? emanations?) were bathing my Cranky Ankle in healing waves as well as building up an image.
In the "just keep sewing" zone, I've been cranking out knit tops for my Mom this week. Last year I bought a whole assortment of cotton/lycra jersey from Girl Charlee for this project. My mom taught me to sew when I was a child, and now I can turn that around and treat her to custom clothing. I copied a favorite garment of hers, and while these are pretty simple, they suit her wardrobe, and mean that she doesn't have to haunt the shops to find things she will like; neither she or I enjoy shopping as a recreational activity. Hmmm maybe a knit top with some Alabama Chanin style floral decoration would be a nice Mothers Day gift later this year....
I don't hate being a cancer survivor, because consider the what the alternative would be... but what I do hate is mysterious messages from my doctor's office that just says "call us". Because that is how my cancer journey began, I immediately think that there is something dire in the results of whatever medical test was just done. Considering that I had an MRI yesterday, to try and get a better idea about why my ankle is being so slow to heal, the short message on the answering machine when I got home - "phone Dr E", with no additional details - meant I spent a Very Sleepless Night last night! (turns out that the only message was merely a repeat of the info from my visit to the clinic from the previous week, and nothing that was either current or important...)
January SMART goals (x=extra)
|#||THINGS MADE||THINGS FIXED||THINGS GONE|
|1||braided linen cord||old bathing suit||1#|
|2||2019 calendars||black knit top cuff||recycle bin|
|3||black linen undergown||garlic planted||two bags to Goodwill|
|4||tiny Norse Pelican ||gloves mended||glass recycling|
|5||AS50 knit top||chook wings clipped||yard waste bin|
|6||black knit top for Mom||prune hardy fuchsia||1#|
|7||red knit top for Mom||mulched garlic beds||x|
|8||gold knit top for Mom||Tullia sleeves||x|
|9||dk red top for Mom ||x||x|
today's gratitude - modern medical technology, and the Affordable Care Act, which means I get medical care, because otherwise, as a cancer survivor, I would be uninsurable in the US...