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I do wonder what makes some days so much better than others.
Yesterday was bad enough that I took a 2 hour nap in the afternoon, nearly missed the Saturday Dinner zoom gathering, was stressed enough or mad enough or upset enough that rum with tonic sounded like a good idea, and I stayed up past 1 am which is pretty late for me.
Today, even with a migraine at 5 am (thanks demon rum) I was so much more grounded - I managed to get out to the shop and built a strange little loom thing out of pieces of a laser cut loom that I had saved because they were sturdy but hadn't used as a loom because they were very off center in the cutting out department. I made tools go in the shop that reminded me of my father without feeling pained about him losing his memory. I built the thing out of what was available. I brought it in the house and wove a thing on it and then figured out a better way to do it to produce the thing I was most wanting to make (little four selvedge tapestries, it is a temporary obsession, I hope).
Part of it was making something, I'm certain. Except I did the making of things yesterday as well - the daily piece, some guitarlele practice, some thinking about how to sell the tiny art online. Maybe fretting over sales was the problem. That has enough small moving pieces to make anyone mad, and all the most elegant ways to sell things also cost money, which means a level of sales to support the selling platform.... ok maybe thinking about did ruin yesterday. Or at least put a crimp in my thinking. I hate talking about ruining things, especially something as large as a day.
Yesterday was bad enough that I took a 2 hour nap in the afternoon, nearly missed the Saturday Dinner zoom gathering, was stressed enough or mad enough or upset enough that rum with tonic sounded like a good idea, and I stayed up past 1 am which is pretty late for me.
Today, even with a migraine at 5 am (thanks demon rum) I was so much more grounded - I managed to get out to the shop and built a strange little loom thing out of pieces of a laser cut loom that I had saved because they were sturdy but hadn't used as a loom because they were very off center in the cutting out department. I made tools go in the shop that reminded me of my father without feeling pained about him losing his memory. I built the thing out of what was available. I brought it in the house and wove a thing on it and then figured out a better way to do it to produce the thing I was most wanting to make (little four selvedge tapestries, it is a temporary obsession, I hope).
Part of it was making something, I'm certain. Except I did the making of things yesterday as well - the daily piece, some guitarlele practice, some thinking about how to sell the tiny art online. Maybe fretting over sales was the problem. That has enough small moving pieces to make anyone mad, and all the most elegant ways to sell things also cost money, which means a level of sales to support the selling platform.... ok maybe thinking about did ruin yesterday. Or at least put a crimp in my thinking. I hate talking about ruining things, especially something as large as a day.
