Here are the hat photos that my computer was fighting two nights ago. There was no post last night due to pain killers throughout the day. The doctor said a major nerve is just above the cut, which makes me feel pain in areas unrelated to the ankle. I understand very little of all of this. The body is a marvelous machine. The more I learn, the more in awe of God I am.
However, yesterday, I did start this pair of gloves – at least they are cast on. They are a real stretch for me, as I am not used to reading the graphics for knitting. I read the instructions several times, left them and came back and read them again. Now I believe I understand them.
Then my attention span jumped to chaining and doing the first row of a baby quilt. The rest of the day was spent trying to sleep off the Oxycodone
Today was a trip back into Seattle to see the doctor. He was pleased with the way the foot looks.
He had the big splint taken off as well as the stitches removed.
This is the small opening through which they got soft interior bone to graft to the ankle.
Then I got this wonderful boot, which I really like. It is much more comfortable, feels like it supports my foot, and is removable. Also, it gives me clothing options, since I only had two pair of shorts that would go over the splint. The new guidelines are that the first week, I can use the walker by just putting a little weight on this foot, and each week I can add, so that – as long as there is no pain – in a month I may be able to walk without the walker. After that, it will be a matter of strength training on this leg. Anyway, that’s the current plan.
We seem to live an interesting life here on this little farm. Today, it was the gate that wouldn’t work electronically. We called the repairman who promptly came out (prompt means the day you call). A little slug had managed to get up into the box and electrocute himself as well as knock out the power. And when the repairman called in to order a new mechanism, they said he was the third call today. Must be slug season, though with the chickens and ducks, we haven’t noticed them like we normally do. Friday, we will have a working gate again and this time the tiny hole will be sealed.
I took the morning off and spun hair from these Pyrenees. It is so relaxing and right now he is producing a good quantity.
This afternoon I did finish this lap quilt. It is 41″ square, and made from scraps, except the back and binding. It felt so good to actually finish something!
This article is from “MaryJamesFarm” a magazine to which I just subscribed. This magazine is for the woman with a Farm girl mind whether or not she actually lives on a farm or in a city apartment. This issue has a variety of topics from cooking pasta and baking mini tarts to tool tips, other crafting and even beginning beekeeping. There is a lot of variety. I highly recommend you at least take a look at it. This article is in the Feb-Mar 2014 issue.
Christmas lights, colors, and festivities put many people in a happy mood . But now those decorations and festivities are gone for another year and depression is setting in. I’d like to take the time here to discuss this topic.
Depression is often caused from looking inward and most of us aren’t thrilled with what we see. When I look inside, I see someone with lots of flaws -overweight, inattentive to detail, poor housekeeper, etc. – who continually makes mistakes and if I kept looking inside the depression cycle would start. But I am choosing to make those mistakes stepping stones in my learning.
Instead I am choosing to lift my head and look out. And when I do, I see so many local needs and while most are not of my calling, a few are. I have skills in the sewing world that can lighten another’s load. We do a decent garden in the summer to share. And I can always share a smile, lend an ear, and be friendly. Some people only need a cheery word while others need more. In the past I have made items for hospitals, street people, military vets to name some. This year, in addition, I’ll be looking for chances to be of help in a more personal way.
I recently learned of some mothers I know who are in a lot of pain because of their children’s actions. Been there, done that, so maybe I can help share their pain and ease their burdens. No one should have to feel alone going through hard times. Yet because we don’t share, we do suffer alone.
Even in our churches we have a lot of lonely people. Maybe once a month I could invite half a dozen people over for lunch after church. Do you think they would care if my house was not spotless, or the meal was a simple plant based one? Would it matter to them that I don’t do “House Beautiful” or maybe that I have more earthly goods than they do? In the past, I have not invited people because of these reasons. I have been to conscious of what people might think of me. This year I am choosing to think of their needs. I am choosing to think they would rather have a friendly visit than critique my housekeeping skills or simple meal. If that’s not the case, they can turn me down. I expect nothing in return, but if they accept, both of us will be blessed.
What about the lonely older people, especially those in nursing homes. I remember when Dad was in the nursing home, his roommate had no company. I took Dad a simple fleece blanket and almost as an afterthought decided to bring his roommate one as well. Simple, but he liked being cared about. I wonder – would have to ask first – but would nursing homes like a simple decorations for the tables or trays for the holidays – something that could be disposable – that says, someone cares. And if I brought a few inexpensive fleece blankets in happy colors, would they have patients without someone to love them who would be thrilled to be thought of And I wonder if they have someone there that just needs to be read to. Another personal touch which people enjoy. Life is fast and if you don’t keep up, sometimes you are forgotten.
I remember the Christmas I was in the hospital over the holidays. When I returned to my room Christmas day, there on my bed was a bright red hat and mittens. OK they were the dollar type – nothing fancy. But the donor will never know how they cheered me and though I didn’t need them and have much nicer items, it mattered that someone cared to include me. I wore them until they wore out. They reminded me someone cared. It may seem silly because I have a large family who cares and gave me nice Christmas gifts. There were two other gifts that stand out that year and both were because someone said “I care” with their time.
I’d like to continue another time and would like your thoughts as well