I have just risen triumphant over my vacuum cleaner again.Those who know me know there is a ritual vacuum cleaning in my house once every seven years, if needed. It’s not quite that bad but close. I have to have a task I really don’t want to do do get around to vacuuming first. Say like cleaning out the basement cat pottie. Digging out the 85 rogue dock plants on the side yard. Finding what really is in the refrigerator.
I got all the dogs into the yard to avoid attack mode on either side. And turned it on.
The noise was astonishing. The response, not so much. The little tornado inside simply didn’t step up. So I turned it on its head and went about a game called “What’s your mechanical perversion?” Usually that’s a one to five minute round exercise.
Not this time. It didn’t take long to discover the cloth bedroom slipper stuck in the rotor. Pulled that out. Fired it up. More non-action.
So we attacked with a screw driver to find the busted belt and there is was. A trip off to the store and back, belt in my pocket. Got the belt on and still no action.
So as a final act, I took the broom handle out for a walk and jammed it up the hose. All the way.
Out popped an odd and awful thing that I think once was a chunk of wood. It’s now sucking in a much more acceptable way.
The point to all of this is that it ought to easier. Sometimes it simply isn’t. It isn’t like there’s a simple fix. There’s the round after round of hits and answers to those hits that in themselves should be small, but as a group, they’re devastating. And one fix alone won’t do it.
I’ve just had this happen in a medical way as well. Two months ago I ended up briefly in the hospital for what looked like a heart attack. It turns out I have massive high blood pressure which can easily be medically controlled. But, because of the medical systems in place, my only option to discover this was an emergency room visit and an overnight hospitalization.
I’m healing and my meds are regularized. But the financial consequences are overwhelming. I’m in the process of negotiating that, but in that economy it may still be career ending. As a working person with a small amount of money, there is no chance of medical monetary aid. As a single self employed person there is no way to purchase meaningful insurance. I am uninsured and pretty sure that the hospital will demand what I have, even if it impoverishes me and takes my studio.
So, like the vacuum cleaner, I have a few simple tools. I am still able to teach and am delighted to continue that. It’s been my life. I hope it continues to be my life. If your guild, group or store would like me to teach, that would be wonderful. You’ll a find a complete list of classes on my site and a full class catalog on on scribd.com
I have a mountain of fabric that I’ve collected over the years. I’m going to begin to destash, and I invite you to Raid My Fabric Stash, a new Etsy store started by my truly desperate self. And remind you that I have the mother of all stash of sheers, hand dyes, and other wonders. I invite you to raid my stash. We’ll have new offerings up every week. We’re starting with some fabric/fiber inspiration kits. More will be coming soon.
If you’ve ever wanted a quilt of mine, this is the time. Check the web site, see if there’s a piece you would like and contact me directly. I can offer a 30-50% discount depending on the piece. Call me and we’ll make that happen. I’ll also list some pieces on the Etsy site just to see what happens.
It really should be easier. But it’s not. I don’t like to ask for help. But I’m trying every way I can, to figure my answers out.