Last Saturday I had lunch at Allison's. She had a couple of us over in the downstairs apartment that used to belong to her MIL, but since her passing, has been rehabilitated to a fiber studio. It's going to be temporary dwelling for her married daughter when they move back to this area, but she is saving a part for a studio so she can offer lessons. She calls it her stable of spinning wheels. I am so excited. She is the only one here who has ever offered lessons, and when she took on the management of Jimmy Beans and couldn't do both, we lost our teacher.
It was the first time that I have seen Amy since my birthday last month. This is spindle is my birthday present. Amy is an accomplished spindler. I forgot the name of the man who made it - I need to write it down. I have never ever been able to spindle, but this isn't like anything I tried before. Even I was able to make yarn. It is lovely and it just wants to spin. I take back anything I ever said about a drop spindle.
She also gave me this roving. It's absolutely gorgeous and absolutely intimi-
dating. I actually liked the feel of the spindle so am curious to how this will play out.
Yesterday, the doctor injected my shoulder with cortisone. He bootlegged the syringes because they were equine in size. The first syringe was the painkiller. The second was actually the cortisone. Then he unscrewed it, and while he was getting the next vial, his nurse held the needle in position on my shoulder with a pair of needle-nose pliers, not that I was watching. He told me it was bad news in a good way. So I got three vials of cortisone in my shoulder and am supposed to experience relief in the next five days. In between, it's going to hurt, starting about tomorrow and I have Percocet for that. I look forward to shoulder pain-free sleep soon, but not yet.
One week from today we will cut our 2007 Christmas tree. Put the brakes on - this year is getting away!
Santa's Weaving Elves
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