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Crook of a Crooked Finger, Redux

I am humbled by my end-of-year WordPress report. Apparently this little blog gets around. Way more than I do. It makes me feel a little guilty for leaving it on autopilot sometimes.

And it seems that for some reason many readers like this post a lot.

I myself like the photograph I attached to it.

March 12, 2012

 

I’m not sure why I do. Maybe because it’s proof I beat RA back, and my finger recovered. Maybe it’s because that’s what this blog, and part of my life, is about. Beating Rheumatoid Arthritis. Over and over again.

I say “part of my life” because I refuse to let RA encompass all of my life, my every waking moment. Sure it forces itself to center stage time and again, but I work to bring that curtain down ASAP. This particular show is not entitled to go on with impunity.

And I say “beating” because it’s an ongoing, never-ending conscious battle. I don’t mean to say that it rears its ugly head every single day, that it forces limitations on me every day. It did once, but I beat it back.

I am very lucky in that way. Very, very lucky, in many, many ways. And as long as my heart is beating, I will write about beating RA.

This doesn’t really qualify as a “new” resolution for this coming year. And I won’t bore you with any resolutions I might have made. I know there is only one that I will adhere to and that is: write, write, write.

Thank you dear Readers. I wish everyone the best of health for this and all the years to come.

Feliz Año Nuevo!

 

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A Gift For Others . . .

Four days till Christmas! How did that happen? How did the year fly by so quickly? I should be glad it’s on its way out. It was not a kind year to us. Seems like the years that end in four turn out that way. That means I have a ten-year reprieve. Or is nine?

I managed to get done all that I wanted, well mostly. I survived two major parties at my house, given by my children. I was merely an innocent bystander. And they both went surprisingly well. I dreaded having a bunch of five-year-olds tramping through my house like mini tornadoes, but they were surprisingly well-behaved at my granddaughter’s birthday party.

My son and his wife decided to throw a Roaring Twenties party, a la The Great GatsbyGreat Gatsby

I was to make myself a flapper dress. Well that didn’t happen. I ended up wearing a designer hospital gown a couple of weeks before. Recovering from that event and my wrist going haywire took care of the cutting, pinning, fitting and sewing required.

They turned my patio and back yard into a veritable nightclub. I couldn’t believe it was my house. I couldn’t believe it was my neighborhood, the cars took up three lawns. We had to park two houses away when we returned from taking our granddaughter to see Santa.

aly2I made countless trips to the post office. My wrist did not appreciate lugging all those packages. Now I have to make one more. I found this incredible wool and cashmere scarf for my NYC daughter. I worry about her having to live through these winters, but now she’s looking to move California-way. Yay.

I decided to make her an afghan to keep her toasty warm at night. I started out using leftovers, but I didn’t have enough so the stripes got bigger and bigger as I bought more yarn. I wanted it to look wonky anyhow.

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It’s made in single crochet, which means it’s painstakingly slow going. The rows measure about a quarter inch in height. But this is the look I wanted. Something solid, not full of fancy, decorative holes. I want my girl to be warm.

My wrist and thumb complain when I first start working, but they surprisingly quiet down after a few minutes. This has always been good therapy for my hands. A gift for others becomes a gift for me.

I am almost done, there is only the green stripe to finish and I can mail it out, though withphoto (23) my setbacks she won’t be getting it in time for Christmas. No matter, I figure every stitch is a stitch against RA.

 

To The Future!

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. That sounds so cliché.

Today is the first day of the second part of my life. That sounds horrendous!
Who wants to live 120 years?

Today is just another day, another Saturday in a long string of Saturdays I have lived through. Another Saturday in perhaps a future string of Saturdays awaiting me. I hope not too many.

Both my parents lived another 29 years from the point I’m standing in now. 29 years. I think if I was offered another 29 years, I would say, No, thank you.

If I knew I could live what would essentially be the last third of my life as I am now, the physical status I’m in at present, RA and all, I might say yes. Enthusiastically, yes!

But, we can’t know what is to come. There are no guarantees.

And I suppose it’s just as well.

So, I raise my glass in a toast as I blindly go where I have never gone before.

To the future!!

Ripples

As the days go by and my birthday approaches, I can’t help but think of what my life has been. The ripples my almost six decades on this earth have produced. I find it hard to believe I have been alive this long. And yet it seems like such a short time has passed. I don’t feel it. If I don’t feel old does that mean I’m not?

Some days I do feel ancient, but it only means I need more rest, more sleep. Like today, I feel very sloth-like. But, I was up till 3 am. Just wasn’t sleepy, I busied myself with my crochet project. One of them anyway. And today it’s done; that blue and white blanket will soon be making its way to California, to cause another ripple in the fabric of time. My time. And the time of my loved ones.

I have much to be thankful for in this life, many blessings. My children and now my granddaughters. Ripples that extend way into the future. The future that one day will not include me. And yet it will, because I will live on in them.

My lovely Carmen

My lovely Carmen

And my beautiful Alyssa

And my beautiful Alyssa

Hooray!

Just thought I’d celebrate 1500 hits on this blog.

That is so wonderful!

I want to thank my followers and my readers, you’re awesome.

This is a powerful medium to connect or attempt to connect. I hope I do, at least in the smallest way. I want to try to  look at the positive. Life has its challenges; a series of straight, and sometimes not so straight, steps to climb. But, together we can fly over them on our way to something better. Always and all ways.