Somewhere In Between
The In-Between Space, a Liminal Space,
contains the Known and the Unknown.
My February trip began a day after my birthday. February 11 saw my friend picking me up at 7:00 am, dropping me at the airport and me knitting ‘On the Way to San Jose’. However, I accomplished nothing; I dropped a stitch early in the trip and spent the entire time taking out and redoing! Only later I began to realize that I had most likely had taken out the ‘new stitch’ I had learned how to do to start this particular section of my project!
The rental car experience was equally frustrating. I have learned to ask the attendant to help me figure out the technical connection from the phone to the car: Car Play is NOT always the answer. The attendant couldn’t figure out this connection on the Nissan Rogue; we spent at least 20 minutes accomplishing nothing. So, Alamo gave me a different car. But, I failed to ask how to lighten the screen so that I could see the map and my music selection on the display! I was already out of the airport before I realized that I couldn’t push the right button to correct this while driving. At least I knew where I was going!
So my trip started out with Unknowns – my knitting and the car! I didn’t get the knitting under control until I returned to Phoenix where I sat and watched my knitting guru rip out all that I had done incorrectly because I had accidentally taken out this ‘critical’ stitch. I figured out the car display on my final return trip to San Jose.
A Memorial Service and a visit to my ENT occurred on a Tuesday evening and a Wednesday morning….within 12 hours of each other. Thursday morning added fuel to my simmering fire: A “functional swallow” targeted my throat ‘spot’ in an overdue appointmentwith my myofunctional therapist and her tongue exercises.
By Friday, I was walking on thin ice. I had to leave my MahJong circle early – the friendship and the game were unsuccessful in distracting me from the pain that was overwhelming my jaw/throat.