A Little Yarn On The Side

In the last week, we went to see John Hiatt in concert for Andy's birthday, then went to the Boise Blues Society picnic on Sunday, and I think I can now safely say that my back might be making progress, but really uncomfortable chairs are NOT my friends.  Yesterday I finally had to break down and take the original pain medication they gave me--the stuff I've generally refused to take because it knocks me out.  I have an appointment with a specialist on Monday, so hopefully I'll get this sorted out soon.  It's a physiatrist , which I'd never heard of, but from the description, it sounds exactly like what I need.  I had been resistant to call a specialist because I was afraid they'd want to talk about surgery, which I don't think would help and which I would not discuss until all other options have been explored, but what I do want is someone to look at the original injury, the three subsequent injuries, and either give me new exercises, tell me if I'm a...

*  13 half-pint jars of red onion relish *  10th and final day of giving Theo antibiotics........and cleaning them off the floor and walls * 6 quarts of freshly-canned pickles *  4 more seams on the new dress * 3 1/2 hours of exercise in the pool *  3 completed edging reps.........out of 28 *  2 vet visits and 2 new medications for Theo *  1 new lace ornament  * 1/3 of a new felt ornament  *  1/4th of the actual new sprinkle-on-the-food medications that Theo has actually been tricked into taking *  1 cat hiding in the back of the closet *  2 humans VERY much in need of a white chocolate martini...............

As Andy's birthday was on Tuesday and is now in possession of them, I can show you these: July birthdays probably aren't the best for hand-knits, but when it stops being 99-108 degrees, we might have grown so accustomed to it that 80 degrees might seem a bit "nippy."

Really, if one disappears off the face of Blogland, one would hope it was because one has run off to Tahiti for the week.  But alas, the real recap: * The horrible neighbors' fireworks marathon frightened Theo enough that he got stressed and couldn't pee again, earning him ANOTHER trip to the vet and another pain shot last Saturday *  Theo ended up with a BONUS trip to the vet on Monday because even while on the pain medication, he couldn't pee, so we are all now thoroughly NOT enjoying the joys of giving antibiotics for a urinary tract infection.  Luckily, after the broken leg saga, I'm pretty quick with liquid meds *  The stress has aggravated my back, which has led to a few full days of Valium *  I spoke with my doctor this week, and we decided that the small doses of Valium I take ( a quarter of a pill once or twice a day and half at night MAXIMUM) are probably pretty safe, so he renewed my prescription, trying for 90 pills per refill so I didn't hav...

Yesterday I started out with which I really, really like--I mean really, beads and sparkles?  Hello!  Inspired, I immediately decided to try something new, which is so far rather hideous.  One should probably have a clear idea of what one is going to do BEFORE starting, or at least not start with a stitch dictionary right in front of one, but now that it IS ugly, I am going to press on and add some other new stitches to it.  It will either improve when there's more stitching on it, or end up so ugly that even the back of the tree rejects it.  I guess they all can't turn out well. While working on the Uggo ornament, I set up Jeeves to do another applique ornament,  which was completed without bloodshed this time, so I think I'm getting better with those scissors.  I did finally manage to get a decent picture of the green and red ornament, which I think would definitely have looked better with a different stitching on the red, but I'm no...

You know, aside from failing to make even the smallest dent in either the fabric or yarn stash, the Great Ornament Experiment is truly the most fun challenge I've set for myself.  I wouldn't want to do it two years in a row, but it's certainly fun for this year.  Yesterday was unbearably hot, so aside from treating ourselves to lunch out and watching all the illegal fireworks from our bedroom window, we pretty much skipped 4th of July festivities.  It's certainly my least-favorite holiday--possibly because now it involves wretched neighbors who shoot off fireworks every night for at least a week leading up to it AND a week or more afterwards--or because the blistering heat of July is usually joined on July 5 by smoke because setting off fireworks in a desert state works out just about how one would expect.  Boise alone had 12 fires last night.  So, after an hour of early morning gardening, I spent most of the day sewing on beads.  Robin had suggested ...