May 2010. I’m now a little person–5’3″ and 110 pounds. And it’s a year since I recovered, rather, since I became 100% functional. I’m still dealing with some symptoms, but I am most definitely not disabled or limited in any way.
I’ve spent the past year somewhat frantically going and doing, trying to figure out how I’m supposed to live my life now. Although that would be no problem for most people, I suppose; it is for me. I have to have a sense of purpose. I have to be doing something meaningful with my life.
In seclusion, I believed that my vocation was creating needleart, and I aspired to learn how to do that. I thought when I began this blog that that would be the main topic. But the past year has not been very productive textile-wise. At first, I couldn’t sit still to stitch at all, but gradually I’ve calmed down and I can stitch for several hours at a time. However, I’ve spent so much time experimenting with other activities, getting involved here and there, that I now have a fairly busy schedule, not doing needlework.
At present, I’m at our Care Center for three or four hours three days a week. I visit two residents there, about whom I have been strongly warned not to write. Also, I assist the aides there, helping with other residents. At the same time, I’m getting to know staff members there and learning about them and their work. I’m reading about aging issues and elder care.
Maybe this will be my new vocation. I don’t know yet.
As for my blog, I’m not writing as much or as frequently, nor am I following the dozens of other blogs (mostly those of textile creators) that I used to follow. Over the past year, I’ve written about a lot of other subjects. Well, I’ve written a lot about my activities! I don’t know what I will become, and I don’t know what this blog will become.
May 2009. Soon I will rewrite this piece about me. I have recovered from 17 years of disability and am now very well and active. More to come, including this recent photo of the new me.
This was my story then. Now I am fully recovered, living a very active life, and trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Do I still want to stitch and study, spend hours in silent solitude? I’ll have to find out.
Fall seems like a good time for a beginning, like the start of the school year. And so I begin this blog, which will be primarily to show and tell about my needle art. Sometimes, though, I expect that I will write about events in my life.
Born in 1937, I am now 70 years old, disabled, and housebound, living with my 82-year-old husband Ernie in Charlestown Retirement Community on the edge of Baltimore, MD, 40 miles from Washington, D.C. and 100 miles from the Atlantic Ocean. Parkview 616 is our apartment number, and the picture in the header is the view from my room, where I spend 20 of 24 hours a day, 13 hours in bed. I have ME-CFS, which stands for myalgic encephalopathy and chronic fatigue syndrome, aka CFIDS, Chronic Fatigue and Immune Dysfunction Syndrome.
When I was forced into disability retirement from my management consulting practice 15 years ago, I sought another vocation. After a few years, I found it in embroidery. That’s what I intend to focus on in this blog. You can see my work space by leaving a comment. I also work in my recliner, with my drawing pencils, drawing board, and needleart books close at hand. Binders hold documentation on all my work.
I have 12 children, including spouses and ex-spouses who have remained close to me, 12 grandchildren, including one spouse, and two great-grandchildren. In addition, I have a son by choice who grew up with my sons as a brother and, with his wife and daughter, he is very much a part of our family.
Besides needlework, I enjoy watching films from Netflix. Not having been a movie fan in my previous busy life, I have a lot of catching up to do. I read literature–Shakespeare, Proust, Joyce, Doris Lessing, Anthony Trollope and all the great English novelists. Margaret Drabble is also a favorite of mine. I study the works of William Blake, to whom I was introduced in college 40-some years ago. His work changed my life. I have a daily meditation practice. And I love to prepare good food. Probably I will not be able to resist writing about food from time to time.
Although I live a limited life, mostly in solitude and silence, it is a rich life and I am contented. I have written a number of essays, about my stitching, about living with chronic disease and disability, and about my spiritual life. Links to these essays are on my Essays page.
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