A Thankful Halloween

My first (and accidental) selfie at the Albuquerque Renaissance Fest.
My first (and accidental) selfie at the Albuquerque Renaissance Fest.

I have been thinking the last two weeks about this post and whether or not to write it. Mostly, I am not sure this will be an interesting post. But I am going to put it out there anyway because it’s OK to do things for oneself once in a while.

Today, Halloween, marks my 1 year anniversary of walking away from a steady paycheck, a career I had put years and degrees into, and off into the world of weaving, arts, and farm life. It doesn’t feel like a year; it has flown by and I have very little to complain about. When I left cubicle hell, I knew then I would miss the people. What I didn’t know was how much I would miss the camaraderie; adversity forges alliances and even friendships. In my new life, the few adversities I have are of a personal nature, so new friendships have matured at a slower rate.

Two of my jackasses, Tobiah and Solomon Elvis.
Two of my jackasses, Tobiah and Solomon Elvis.

In this past year, I have taken on more of the cooking and other housechores because the home is my office now and I love to be able to take breaks from weaving; housechores and cooking are the perfect excuse to get up and move. My Main Man (M3) still loves to cook and does so on the weekends. He also keeps the kitty litter in his car trunk until he changes the litter boxes; that is his self-imposed weekly housechore. How could I argue with the man? 🙂

We didn’t do a garden this year again because I wanted to focus on my growing business, but we did do container tomatoes, potatoes, and peppers. The peppers and tomatoes finally put on fruit at the beginning of October. Haha! So they now live in my guest bathroom. The potatoes were a mystery. We had 1 big beautiful bushy potato plant that I nursed all spring, summer, and early fall. Then 2 weekends back, we tipped it out while we had family for a visit so the kids could help me harvest. There were zero potatoes. We had a lovely plant, but no potatoes. And what happened to all the ones we planted? There were no husks, no gooey potatoes, no shriveled, mummy potatoes, and no potato skins. So, there is my Halloween mystery: missing potatoes.

My little herd of goats.
My little herd of goats.

For over a decade, I have struggled with a kidney disease, currently having only 20% kidney function (and holding steady). At age 36, I need more sleep than most mid-30s folks. Being a weaver grants me this small blessing; I can sleep when I need to, as much as I need to. As a result, I feel the best I have in many, many years. I have also struggled with my weight for well over a decade. I have lost only ~10 pounds in the past year, but I have put on muscle. A year ago, it was a struggle and sometimes even painful to lift 20lbs. Now, I can shoulder carry 50lbs, up stairs.

Us at the Santa Fe Renaissance Fest.
Us at the Santa Fe Renaissance Fest.

The highlights from this past year include the two Renaissance Festivals I attended (one as a vendor), my irregular attendance to knitting circle, Bubonicon, the Taos Wool Festival (as a vendor), and learning to use a fancy phone. Ah yes, technology can be a cruel mistress, teasing and denying and yet demanding my attention. I worked behind a security fence for about a decade where fancy gadgets were not allowed. I also live in the sticks where there is no cell service. So for years there was no reason to have a touch screen phone with 3G and wireless capability. Now, I need such a wicked thing to do credit card swipes at my shows. Learning to treat the touch-sensitive screen with respect was extremely hard for me. I wrestle goats, beat rugs into being, and use my fingertips to give the donkeys vigorous ear scritches. I am not a subtle person. This alien, touchy tech that often defies me, requires patience and subtlety. I don’t know how M3 does it so well with his much larger fingers.

Foot stomped by donkey.
Foot stomped by donkey.

I am still learning how to manage my time. Of course, I want to volunteer for everything, hang out with everyone, read every book; basically revel in my freedom to schedule my time as I will. But, weaving comes first most days and then what time and energy is left goes into these other fun things. Hence, my appearance on the blog can be sparse for a few weeks at a time (because I have special orders or am prepping for and attending shows) and then there will be weeks where I am here every day (which means either I am not too busy or illness has me laid up in bed). I expect this to continue; hence, I am glad that I have never imposed a weekly blog schedule on myself. If you want to check out farm life, then see my farm blog, RoundTableFarms.com. If you want to check out my weavings, then look at WovenHearth.com.

Yet another big bug.
Yet another big bug.

The sun is nearly set here; the witching hour is soon to begin. I wish you a most magical night on my favorite holiday of the year!

Because you deserve it, here are a pair of strawberries large enough to fill out B cups!

Mutant organic local strawberries.
Mutant organic local strawberries.

 

 

2 thoughts on “A Thankful Halloween”

  1. What a bloody ace piece – of course you should write things like this! I totally admire what you’ve done and the life you lead. It’s really hard work and seeing a piece like this makes me realise that. Yes, I still work in an office. sometimes I think it’s a real pain in the butt but I suppose it’s easy really. Even when I think I’m having a stressful day or my colleagues are getting on my nerves none of them stamp on my foot!
    Look at the mutant strawberries! I think the huge strawberries and the missing potatoes could be the weird start of a strange sci fi novel!!!!!
    Lynn 😀

    1. Thanks! And yes, the mutant strawberries and missing potatoes are a good start to a story. You should see the mutant carrots my neighbor grew! Bigger than my wrist!

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