Love Being 21

Tom took off from work for my birthday week. The weather was pretty rotten (always cold, sometimes it rained) but we had fun.We did some decluttering in the garage, went to the casino, ate out, took a trip to Hershey. We had wanted to go to the Hershey Gardens, and the driving range at the golf course but the winds were blowing at about 35mph and it felt like it was 42º, so that was out.

Someone said I was going to love being 21 and I agree. I enjoy it every year!

I hurt my left hand while doing the big shop update (my thumb*, to be exact). I’m making good use of the chiropractor and am becoming very close with a bowl of ice water.

Fingers Cubed

Once an hour, I get to plunge my hand in and hold it there until it goes as numb as my toes when I put on heels.

This won’t stop me & Jane from going to Maryland Sheep & Wool. I have a very special person to meet, since I was too sick to make our March rendezvous.

My knitting is next to me


and I may try to do a few rounds after my next polar plunge. It’s going to be this shrug. Knitting didn’t cause the injury – tho it probably didn’t help.

Knittas gotta knit!

*Go on and click. It’s just a drawing. No icky picture of the actual muscle.

Cramping Fingers

I spent most of the week making stitch markers to update my shop.

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This could account for my horrible day of bowling.

This weekend I’m going to knit or spin. Maybe both!

Sunday Flowers

He bought me flowers, and we commenced taking pictures of them. Maybe the long Winter has us starved for color. I’m just happy to have a picture* of something other than Wes.

Carnation. Taken with my phone, using an Olloclip 15X macro
Gerbera Daisy. Taken with my phone. No special lens, and the 10X and 15X Olloclip. Pretty red!!
I needed a vase, and he went into the garage (Memories Central) and came back in with this beautiful pitcher. It was my Grandmother’s.
Sneaked some pix of him taking pix

Happy Spring!

*Sometimes I’ll use InstaGram pictures. I’ll notate it in my Categories but 9 times out of 10, I’ll have posted it there before here.  Exciting intel. That’s my forté.

Missing Her


My Mom’s parents, and the only grandparents I knew. Today would have been Mom’s 85th birthday but they’re with her. That’s a comforting thought. 

My grandfather was a handsome guy, no? And Grandma was so petite. This is one of the few pix of her without her cats-eye glasses. 

Sunday Sidetracked 

*ramblings from my brain*

9:30: Check mail, weather, InstaGram, Twitter, Scramble With Friends, Vegas Slots, Breaking News, on my phone.

Out of bed, to shower. Opened drawer for sweatpants & found some yoga pants. Size Small? Oh, these don’t fit me. Why do I have them if they don’t fit? I try them on and they DO fit! Guess I’ve lost more weight than I thought. I pull out 4 pair of sweats that I have never worn/will never wear again, and put them in Donate bag.

Make my way into the bathroom and turn on the tub for the cat. Go to take my pills…pillboxes* are empty. Start the refilling ceremony.


*His & Hers. Day pills & night pills.

Weather app says it feels like 27°. Wonder if he’s golfing or if there’s a frost delay. Check his location on the course. Send him a text.

I turn off the cat’s water, walk downstairs to give him wet and dry food.

Come back upstairs…rug looks furry…think I’ll vacuum.


Vacuum hallway, yarn room, office, bedroom, bathroom.

What time is it? 11?

Sneaks another look at Eagle Cam

Snaps screen shot

Image courtesy of Pennsylvania Game Commission, HDOnTap and Comcast Business

Ponder skipping shower

Type up draft blog post.

Get in shower

Can’t imagine why I’m hungry…

Water Woes

Still recovering from surgery.

Before, people were saying, “You’ll feel so much better, right away!”

After, it’s all “It’s going to be weeks before you feel better”.

I’ve got nothing in writing so I can’t point fingers.

I’ll say this much, surgical glue really ROCKS! No worries about wetting bandages or stitches. Showering the very next day. (Here is where I’d have put in a photograph of my incisions, and the black and blues which ensued. You can thank me for not doing it.)

Well, that’s not really accurate. I *would* have been showering if we had hot water. Those that have followed my blog for the past…wow, it’s been more than 10 years, I think…know that we have bad luck with water.

Such as:

  • Flooding in our first basement apartment, to the point we had to sleep with lights on and fans blowing for days. At least 6″ of water from heavy rains that just sluiced down the outside basement stairs, into our place.
  • Mold in the storage unit of our next apartment.
  • Not really having any water pressure in our NEXT apartment because the delightful landlord “forgot” to open the valve.

The next rental was full of water fun*.

  • The time I colored my hair and the plastic glove got stuck in the tub drain – which didn’t have a cover – and we had to call a plumber.
  • The time we were making RO water for our saltwater fish tank. We went out for the day and when we got home, it was raining indoors because the thingamabob came off the faucet and the sink on the second floor had runneth over…to the first floor.
  • The “unconfirmed” tornado that ripped thru our backyard. The rain earlier in the day was so hard that it was leaking into the kitchen windows. And by “leaking”, I mean pouring. It was a 100-yr-old house.
  • The time we had a 70 gallon pail of salt water getting ready to put into our fish tank…and Tom went to work…and I woke up to a big BANG. The pail had tipped and the living room flooded…it leaked thru to the basement, right above the burner. A few months later the burner flappy-thing (technical name) had rusted because “something” caused it to corrode.
  • When we moved we had to replace all of the carpet padding.

Whatever the hell has happened in this house for the past 14 years.

Friday we learned our water heater of 2 years had come very close to frying itself. We’d been having to hit the reset button for about 2 weeks, which meant spotty times of hot water/cold showers. The unit had kept sparking (I guess) and burnt thru the plastic around the wires and melted the insulation. Nice. So we have a new water heater sitting in our front hallway. The plumber can’t get here until Monday.

Last night our freezer did its own version of a John Carpenter movie.

Ice Station Steel Pitcher
Ice Station Steel Pitcher

I opened it to find everything covered in ice crystals. Now, there are only two of us living here (not counting the cat…I’m blaming him) and neither one of us remembers the last time we went into the freezer. It had frosted and then tried defrosting itself to the point where I couldn’t open the door. It took us 45 minutes to remove the food – the loss of the good ice cream and gelato hit us the hardest – remove the drawers and shelves and clear out all of the ice and snow. Not much went back in…guess I’ve got some shopping to do.

One the up-side, I won’t have to do a freezer cleaning for another 3 years.

I kid. Mostly.


*Unless you’re our old landlord, reading this. In that case, I made all of this up. I’m very creative.

p.s. I used the category “Funny Stuff” because I have a dark sense of humor. All of this makes me laugh.

It’s time

It’s been over 11 years since I’ve had any kind of hospital procedure and my Mom was always there with me.

I’ve spoken with my GB & it said it won’t give the surgeon any trouble. I feel like such a chicken, while I’ve been very lucky with my health.

By this time tomorrow, I’ll be comfy in my own bed.

Goodnight, Moon.