Neck pain. Exhaustion. Turning 34 (with tiara). Little knitting, little typing. The Mad Year of Reading begun. I fall deep in love with my Kindle. Also, the year of shooting more film than digital and serious, yet unplanned, rethinking.
A new fridge. We discovered Netflix and watched every bad 80s film ever. (Teen Witch, gotta love it.) An early hint of the mantra of the year to come: I’m ok with that. (This after trying to read 1Q84.) Daily writing is happening, which is a good thing and about as much writing as I’ll get done this year.
A hot spring. Film and books, books and film. A new purple couch. Puffy hexes. Style Statement and a new camera (Leica AF-C1).
I plan to give blogging one last good shot. We watched Les Miserables be filmed in Winchester. A trip to a local water garden and Blenheim Palace. A new lens (Canon 50mm f/2.5 macro). I go GF.
I won a new camera (Diana Mini). We instigate the Weekly Walk, or given my physical ability on the day, the Weekly Shuffle With Lots of Sitting Down. It gets hot again. Super Flare hits and never really goes away. Evil nightmares begin in earnest. I think about honesty in blogging. Again. “…if you weren’t perfect, self-sacrifice was a worthy currency.” Saw friends, including the lovely Melissa (who is in the country at the moment but has been too sick to visit. And now I’m sick. Urgh.) I refuse.
It’s the 1940s. Glastonbury, local wandering and the Jubilee. The love affair with film continues. I tried Polaroid and decided against it.
June, When The Year Broke In Half:
I wind up in A&E (ER) and leave with a diagnosis of severe muscle spasms and a high dosage muscle relaxer. Two days after, on a trip to Alton for a Jane Austen celebration, I fall over in the high street breaking three bones. A Lisfranc fracture (that’s 2nd and 4th base metatarsals) and the first metatarsal. I still can’t watch Jane Austen. Up until this point I was exercising daily and really feeling stronger for the first time in ages. That all went away. So begins the first of 6 months )so far) on crutches and the Broken Foot Saga.
I broke my Kindle and got a replacement. X-rays and CT scans and A&E and doctors and bad medicine reaction and 12 hours puking and 5 different casts. Formula 1 at Silverstone.
We went to the Olympics. Non-weight bearing and a hot pink cast.
I try knitting again (doesn’t really work). Sitting around doing nothing but reading, thinking and looking around, The Great Destuff of 2012 officially begins. We drink the Expedit kool aid. I get rid of over half my wardrobe with help from The No-Brainer Wardrobe. Lots of epiphanies and rethinks. Finally out of a cast.
Fire Starter Sessions radically change my thinking. Mom Visit 2012 happens. Finally out of the air cast.
Film and Thanksgiving. Health not so good again.
A new camera (Pentacon Six TL), Christmas. No more reading or knitting. More health problems. Rain. Still on crutches but I’m walking. Walking!
2012. Well, I’m glad it’s over. A difficult, maybe a necessary, year but I’m ready for the “necessary” stuff being awesome like winning the lottery and magically getting better and being off crutches and explosions of awesomeness. I currently have a stonking cold and a doctor’s appointment and it’s pouring rain and most of my plans for this year went out the window with the neck and the foot.
Ho hum. Here’s to 2013 being a year of awesomeness and wonder and pleasantness. No pain, no vertigo, no stupid health problems, and a healed foot!