Okay, I’m having the root canal done tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. whether I need it or not, just to rule it out if for no other reason.
After that, I can start mustering up the courage to go back to the orthopedic surgeon for another steroid shot in the hip.
Yesterday I made paper from cattail and artichokes and cotton. I think that I’m going to have to accept that I cannot make big batches of paper in one session, as convenient as that might be. My back simply can’t take that halfway bending over stance, which is one reason that I don’t weave for long stretches of time either. Not that I’ve woven anything lately.
I’m trying to rethink my studio situation. Obviously, I’m not drawn to work (or play) in that space. It is nice to have the space for storage. As much as I THINK that I want that separate space for a studio, maybe in my heart I want to be in my house or the gazebo. I feel like I should want to be in the studio, but when I’m there, I spend most of my time rearranging things. I coveted that little building for a studio for years when I lived next door. Sometimes it’s hard to let go of an idea that seems really good.
Projecting ahead to this coming weekend and a week and a half after that, when I will have a change of scenery and hopefully feel much better all the way around.