B, M and I spent hours wandering around at Estes Park Wool Market and while lunching at the Grubstake Restaurant (a favorite lunch spot – unfortunately the most recent owners knocked off the breakfast menu which was our delight for many years) I mentioned that my feet were tingling and I felt both exhausted and filled with nervous energy. They had witnessed the nervous energy as I paced thru the vendors barn ahead of their sauntering gait so that wasn’t a surprise. There were other symptoms too which we didn't get into.
Monday my substitute dr (I had just seen my real one the week before before the tingling) pulled blood after listening intently to me and there I was diagnosed with low magnesium levels – off my feet to let the nerves heal, off my feet to let the rest of my body heal and off my feet during the cool part of summer. Gnashing of teeth.
I consoled myself by rereading walking books – Mary Back’s Seven Half Miles from Home, Philip Fradkin’s walking the Unitah Mountains in his Sagebrush Country, Jerry Ellis walking the Pony Express Trail, Robert MacFarlane walking the UK, Colin Fletcher walking the west (my father loved the Grand Canyon book so much he gave to me when I was 11), and I connected with Mac Farlane’s comment that depressives walk.
But when one cannot walk... then what? I am not usually depressive but this time has been a hollow.
I watched Book TV and discovered Rebecca Solnit’s Men Splain Things to Me which made me laugh. The joy of laughter while stuck inside unable to walk was such a blessing!
And the recent PLY magazine arrived and I used the twist articles to refine my e-spinning (thank heavens for the Hansen-Craft since I could not treadle while letting my feet heal) which kept me amused. Thank heavens.
I decided I needed new reading material so I got:
Deb Robson & Carol Ekarius The Field Guide to Fleece: 100 Sheep Breeds & How to Use Their Fibers
And read it immediately upon opening the box – hungry for more information and in a pocket sized book I could take along. I read portions of it to M while we were driving to town to replace the kitchen sink and the plumbing. I read to it M while we were driving to town to return the wrong plumbing parts and buy the right size. I read it to him when we were driving to town (each trip was about 25 miles round) to return the wrong ”right” size plumbing parts and buy the right right size. And I read it to him when we were on our way to town to buy a new doorbell since ours inexplicably decided to stop ringing and start buzzing. I guess I’ll reread some bits of it to him on our way to town to return that new doorbell and buy one with ALL the parts tho this current one states emphaticly on the box it comes complete. Til you open it and discover, well, no.
At home, while M wrestled with plumbing between trips to town, and the doorbell, I read
Rebecca Solnit’s Wanderlust: A History of Walking and left the others on the nightstand.
A Book of Migrations
The Faraway Nearby
A Field Guide to Getting Lost
Men Explain Things to Me
I have roving to spin and new Shetland fleeces (all but one have arrived) to fondle and my feet have improved so much I can water my gardens and laugh at the birds, sphimx moths and my little cottontail pal Arbit who plays in the front yard while I sit on the porch and look at the blooming things.
Soon, soon, soon I will be able to walk Riley along the irragation canals to see where the mourning doves and the Western kingbirds are nesting and maybe even see the fox family.
Hold that thought, reach for the e-spinner and a couple books and those lifelines will tow me out of these shallows. Speaking of which, knitting lace with fingering handspun Shetland also helps.
When I am not knitting I am crocheting (with Shetland white handspun) a big project - all the motifs I can find. Then I'll join them and we'll see if it's worth posting about. Right now, it is mindless and amusing. Perfect.