Monday, July 29, 2013


That's hillbilly for "How are you?"  Go ahead and say it fast, you'll see. 

Here's a little baby quilt I gifted away, last week.  I had the top done, but Will had to quilt it for me as I was... incapacitated.  No, silly, not decapitated.  Incapacitated. Not necessarily the same- although I suppose if you're decapitated, being incapacitated is a given.  But the reverse may not be absolute.  At any rate, the pattern is Bonnie Hunter's Pineapple Blossom. The fabrics are 1930's reproductions. Binding it is the sum total of the sewing I've done... oh wait, I serged some receiving blankets and spit-up towels.  But other than that, that's that.  No, I'm not still on pain meds.  Too bad I can't blame my mental wanderings on narcotics. It's just me.

I took my shoulder in for some maintenance work, a few weeks ago.  Wouldn't it be cool if you could just drop it off at the shop like you would your sewing machine?  Pick it up a couple weeks later all spruced and fluffed. Start sewing with it right away- working better than before.  I should have bought the extended warranty on this shoulder...  It's doing good.  I'm doing good.  Looks like I'll be out of the game and sitting on the bench for a couple months.  

I try not to whine about being bored.  I taught my kids to never say that out loud- I could always find some work for them to do. But who's going to find something for me to do?  Even work would be OK.  Oddly, to me, is the concept that a bone being sawed off in one part of your body, makes the remaining body feel absolutely ill. Doesn't it make sense to you that if the left shoulder is injured, weeding the flower beds with the right shoulder should be no big deal?  Amazingly, no.  The right arm doesn't hurt, but still you end up getting sick.  That's just weird.  And so I sit.  Walk a little. A lot of movies, books.  Typing is even still uncomfortable. Physical therapy is helping.  Not fun, but helping.

My sweet nieces will be visiting for the next couple weeks so I have a very nice diversion.  Talking doesn't hurt- though, I can't guarantee the coherency of the conversation- which is ever the case. Catch ya on the flip side!