One wedge at a time

There really hasn't been much to blog about and not a lot of time to blog.  Last week I took out wedge #2 of my boot.  Two more wedges to go!  I have been working weirdly hard at cutting back to one crutch for about half the day.  Between half of me not knowing what to do if it doesn't have a crutch, not being blessed with coordination, and the wound gremlins waking up sometime in the afternoon, the one-crutch journey has been a hot mess, but I'm proud of those half days of one crutch.  I've been told I'll be walking without crutches by December 13th and I may be out of the boot by January.  I've been doing some absolutely ridiculous workouts, but I can almost do crow pose due to the extra arm strength.  A crow in a boot!

Last week was our first week without J, the graphic designer who worked at my shop fifteen years.  It was just me and new employee #1 and Robert running around doing all the errands.  Robert successfully switched over the scratch engraver software to a new computer and mounted the computer on the machine.  This allowed us to get rid of the desk the monitor was sitting on.  We brought in a new old machine, an old Gravograph that my first new employee plans to use for some of the trickier engraving jobs.  We have two new desks ordered, one to replace the much-too-big table our cutters sit on and another one for our next new employee, who is starting December 1st.  Robert put up the rest of the shelves in the back, ordered a few more, and we're on track to finish much of the renovations by the end of the year.  I plan to do a mega post of all the work we've done in the past year once it's all done.

I turned in the last assignments for one of my three classes and have the list of things I need to fix on one of my two final projects from another teacher.  I doubt I will hear anything back from my other teacher.  I've heard of so much tragedy in the last few months, all people I barely know, and I feel such a weird mixture of horror, gratitude, shock, sympathy, and doom.  One of my teachers hasn't been present much this semester and she finally shared a terrible cancer diagnosis with us.  Each bit of bad news easily eats me up some nights, which is when I'm most vulnerable to anxiety.  Sometimes there's nothing anyone can do.  It's interesting how we know this, but there's still a part of ourselves that thinks we should be able to do something.  I'll take my achilles injury over every single piece of bad news I've heard recently.

I graduate soon.  Work is terrifically overwhelming at the moment, but I still enjoy going in each day.  I haven't been making too much art or poetry lately, but I've also been sleeping when I have spare time, and I've decided I'm ok with this for the time being.  Life is surprisingly good in this new chapter of whatever book of constant change we've been living.  Heck, there's a chance the furniture may arrive before the Thanksgiving break, and Robert and I can put it all together during the four day weekend (there's a surprising amount of shit I can get done just by waving one of my crutches around).  But we'll take all the good things we have going right now, furniture or no furniture.