As The World Spins 

Last week I woke up with vertigo.  What a bad morning.

 
  Not recommended.  But survivable.  I've slowly come out of my spinning world, resuming what I can only hope will be a 'normal' life once more.  I learned again [I've experienced vertigo once before, about 14 years ago] that I would fail at being an astronaut without gravity, and my childhood dreams of space flights to distant planets belonged to a different someone who does well with being totally unbalanced.

  Now that my world is 'righting' itself, I've been able to return to my current retirement vocation:  creating fleece blankets and quilts for folks who live on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota.  While we've experienced more snow and cold during February than we normally do in the Pacific Northwest, in no way has it been the bone-chilling, non-stop biting blasting cold of the prairies of Pine Ridge in South Dakota.  January, February, March, even April - it's just plain freezing cold there. Below zero cold, and some of those incredible people aren't prepared for it.  The fleece blankets will hopefully continue to travel from my apartment home eastward across half of our country, thanks to the US Postal Service, now that I've resumed sewing and can safely drive to the post office to send them away.

 Once again, my mornings are good, and I'm grateful to be grounded again - and balanced [at least for the time being].