No yard work today. In fact, no going outside except to dump cat litter and care for the chickens. It's not really that cold (high 40s). But it poured down rain last night, and it's a bit windy, so it feels icy.
There is much to do inside. Didn't do it. Tackled one corner instead, which took more mental that physical time. On the surface it didn't seem much - I have a set of drawers in a corner of the den (in addition to a cabinet and a basket) to hold my "miscellaneous" fiber stuff. Didn't hold it all - there was a plastic storage box plus other stuff piled on top of the drawers.
I've needed to go through, sort, and put stuff away for quite some time. But, for some reason, I avoided even going near it, unless I needed to grab something. Today I figured it out, and tackled it.
When we were getting ready to go the Shands, I knew I would be totally stressed out (duh) and so needed to take my fiber stuff with me. Even if I don't spin or knit, just having the stuff around is reassuring (back when Mom was cycling in and out of and ER I kept my knitting bag hanging by my purse). Not only did I have stuff for me to work on, I even tossed in extra spindles and fibers because I thought that maybe when we were out of the hospital and in the Hope house some other cancer patients and/or caregivers might want to try spinning. Basically, a distraction.
While I used to be rather addicted to knitting, I haven't made anything since I came home. There were three things that I was working on in the hospital (with varying degrees of focus required) - after a year I ripped them all back down to their component yarn because I couldn't bear thinking about where I had been when I started them.
So, yeah - that corner still held the hospital stuff - for when I still had hope.
So today, I gulped an extra cup of coffee and tackled it. There is sorted stuff in the drawers, nothing on top, and the basket has been emptied and tossed (of course, there's now a box of stuff that needs to find storage in Chez Wicca but unto each day . . . . While I was going through all of the drawers, box, and various bags piled up there, I found a lot of baggies of samples. I will give the Boy Scout promise that I stick labels in bags with fibers, but somehow the gremlins remove them. Some bags had labels but held just a handful of fiber. What to do with these bits? So after I sorted, I headed down to Chez Wicca (well, I dawdled a good long time first because I knew it would be cold in there, although the heater can warm things up to tolerable fairly well.) I dumped out all the bits and pieces, added some randomly dyed fiber I had in a bin, and started running it through the drum carder. Unfortunately, it started getting dark (so I had to tend to the chickens) and I started getting hungry, so I'm not finished but I'll try to finish tomorrow. I don't have any plans for these random bats, so I think I'll spin them up on my great wheel. I haven't used that one in years, and it is enjoyable. I'll light my candles in the fireplace and put on some music or maybe even an audio book.
That's the plan. We'll see. But at least I got some ghosts cleared out.
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