#2

Yesterday I finished project #2 on the Christmas list. Several more to go, especially since the mother decided this is what she wanted as well.

 

In the mean time, I've had to make an appointment with the doctor. Therapist-boy decided what I was fearing for the last couple of weeks. This shoulder isn't doing what it's supposed to be doing. I don't think it's my lack of effort (much) that's the issue with it, but every time I move the arm in a reflex sort of way, it takes forever for the entire area to recover. I can still feel losing my balance on the way home form work. almost 4 weeks ago. Something tells me that just isn't right.

So, doctor first thing tomorrow morning, and then on to the hospital to make an appointment with the specialist. Therapist-boy decided upon one who's supposed to be really good at this failing shoulder-thing, but I've since found out first opportunity for an appointment will be januari. By which time I'm fearing more deterioration. I'll probably settle for the fellow under this specialist.

Then again, I've just found out that my dad-in-law's lady friend offered up her house for Christmas so my parents can come over as well. I may need more time knitting. Doctor, you must wait some more. Or maybe not. This thing hurts...

Foggy Friday

Yesterday was one of those days when Autumn makes sure you know it's there. Not exactly "there" so much as "THERE". Rain with some sunny spells, dark grey clouds, fierce winds and temperatures that make you go "wish I'd put that big old comfy winter jumper on" while you're trying to look stylish in tricot. Brrrrrr. At least this is the appropriate season for it, not like these pictures, taken in July. JULY, I tell ya...

Feelgood Friday

Two wee girls too cute for words

Care Bears watch out! Competition on the horizon!

Lovely hidden bit of Scotland, right by a house with gates... I wonder who lives there...

Sunset on a beach is overrated. Try enjoying it on a boat instead.

People in government jobs...

...are stuffy and boring. That's why we're all temps. Arno's angels in da house!

In your face, Ron

Earlier today, dad called my brother, just to 'inquire after his supposed film hobby thingy' but really just to hear his voice. At some point during the call, it was mentioned that he didn't blog as often any more, so we're having to rely on strangers tagging him in facebook pictures to find out what he's been up to. His only comment was "well sis, you're not blogging all that much either. I know, I checked last week."

Well in your face, little brother. That's twice in a weekend, right here. I've been busy you know, finishing this lovely shrug.

To boot, some more lovely Scotland pictures, please enjoy, we sure did. Pitlochry and fly-fishing on the river Tay.

ohhh it hurts

a bit. it's completely to blame on the alcohol consumed last night. It could have been worse, I could have gone along to the next bar, and wherever else everyone else went after the next bar. Putting bike up in the garage (which has a closing time) was a very good plan.

We had great fun, not in the least because the people I was with don't really know me all that well. Which is fun, for me. Let them think it was the alcohol that did it, not me having a tiny provocatrice hiding inside, waiting to get out.

Still, it hurts my head a little now. Think good thoughts...