Recovering

So my world has gotten rather small. I had my surgery. It went well. I am so happy to be on the road to recovery.

But... the changes are astounding. Everything needs to be figured out over and over. How do I do things without hurting myself further? How can I make something into the easiest most efficient process? And most importantly how do I feed the cats?!

It took a few days after the surgery to even feel human and somewhat competent.  Now I have moved into the I should be doing more stage. Oddly enough I really want to be doing household tasks! I want so badly to feel productive. I am just a bit obsessed with laundry for some reason.

I have been knitting and doing some exercises, but mostly my time is taken up with sitting uncomfortably and trips to the toilet. My world exists in two rooms.

I am safe. I am cared for. I am healing.

But I feel like I should be more me. I just have to tell myself I am super busy knitting myself back together.  I am productive. I'm growing bone. I am where I need to be, doing what I need to do.

I'd say give myself a break, but... that's how I got here in the first place.

dreaming of shawls

I have wanted a Catkin shawl since I saw one at a fiber festival. Or was that several? It was never a trendy pattern like some others but I loved it nonetheless. I didn't buy the pattern till several years later at Rhinebeck. I finally admitted that I could make something so complex, one day.

And more time went by knitting other things. When we moved to Oregon and I had a little time I was busy exploring the new yarn stores. I thought to myself finally I am going to make my Catkin! I spent some lovely air conditioned hours gazing at yarns. Remember it was over 100 our first few weeks here, I looked for any excuse to dally in AC!

I finally picked out two complimentary colors that I thought I could wear with just about anything, blue and grey.

I diligently knit up a swatch, making mistakes, ripping back and learning the way things should look.

Isn't it pretty? Then I let life take over. I was busy settling in, bringing Burt home, finding a job, handling D's very serious accident and rehab. Life it just keeps going on. And I am very thankful for that.

But the shawl is no closer to being a real object than when I took those photos. Sigh...

Now that I've had my accident maybe I should dust it off and make myself a shawl of ? Healing? Good Thoughts? Gratefulness?

A shawl that I love?

Never brag

Especially if you brag about never having broken a bone. Looks like D will be taking care of me for a while. Burt is all for sitting in the comfy chair with me. Mellie has decided Momma can go to the bathroom by herself if she insists on taking crutches with her.

Time for a nice complicated shawl of healing right?