Sunday, January 9, 2011

2011 so far...

So far 2011 has not been quite as smooth as I would have hoped, and I believe today is only January 9.  It is just the little things like dropping a glass jar on your big toe (when the other big toe is infected from an ingrown toenail).  I went out to start my car Friday night to go to some gallery openings in Santa Fe--you know, a fun evening out with friends, and it made a horrible clicking sound, the lights on the dash jumped in weird frantic little ways, and it made no attempt to turn over whatsoever.  We got out Emmy's jumper cables (brand new and fabulous), but this effort did not change the frantic machinations of the 2000 Volkswagen Golf (with 219,000 miles now). Visions of tow trucks have danced in my head ever since.  I have loved this car a lot.  It has never demanded any major maintenance jobs and I fear this may be the week when she wants something major replaced.

It is the little things this week that made me wonder if this year is bound for glory or something a little rougher.  I woke up in my work trailer with a swollen eye which made it look like I had been crying all night (related to another infection)... which I decidedly hadn't though work didn't smell much like roses this week either... and my most comfortable jeans just sprung a large rip in an inappropriate place.

My body may be riddled with infections, advancing wrinkles, and an incipient "muffin top", but it was a beautiful day in northern New Mexico.  The below-zero weather has left for the time being, the sun is out, and the mountains are gleaming under their blanket of snow.  I'm stirring my dye pots and enjoying the sunshine.

My sister made these fantastic socks for Christmas for Emmy and I.  Aren't they fantastic?  Check out the cable on the back of this one.





I was at the New Mexico History Museum Friday night and saw this poem.  Mount Blanca is a 14,000 foot peak in southern Colorado which is one of the sacred mountains of the Navajo people.  I used to live at the base of it.

Blanca Peak is adorned with white shell.
Blanca Peak is adorned with morning light...
She is the brightness of spring.
She is changing woman returned...
Because of her we think and create
Because of her we make songs.
Because of her, the designs appear as we weave.
Because of her, we tell stories and laugh.

--Lucy Tapahonso, Navajo (Dine) poet
"This is how they were placed here for us" 1997


May 2011 be full of learning, expansion, and hope despite the sometimes frightening state of the world.

4 comments:

  1. Luke says it sounds like a battery problem, or a battery connection problem. Says it seems "unlikely to be serious." However, you might want to make some healthy contributions to the "new-to-me car fund." Just in case. Glad you ladies like the socks. Hopefully the ones with the cable up the back aren't too long for your big feet!

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  2. Great socks! Wish I could knit... And, hey, the luck graph has to start moving up into the good area soon--right?

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  3. Yep, my sister is a great sock knitter. They fit perfectly. AND with the encouragement from Luke, I went and bought a new car battery (along with the manual for this car as I rely heavily on printed material in all aspects of my life) and put the thing in with the expert help of Emmy. I took the car to work up north this week and it gave me no trouble (even started this morning and I think it was way below zero up there last night.) Nothing like fixing a little problem yourself. I think the battery had been in that car for over 100,000 miles. I guess it was time for a change. Now if I only understood how the rest of the car worked.

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