Driving Miss Daisy Mad

Today it will (just barely) cross 80ºF today. In my mind, rates marking today as the first official day of spring. Especially since we’ve had very few 70ºF days, much less an 80ºF day. Were I ruler of the universe, things like the start of a season would not be fixed to a calendar date or celestial even. I have no problem celebrating Vernal Equinox on May 20th or 21st. Vernal Equinox is not spring however, regardless of how earnestly the television weather gal tries to convince her loyal public otherwise. This year spring arrived on April 14th.

Me? Thanks for asking. I’m still stuck home for a couple more weeks. Still wearing the boot, though I’ve stopped wearing the compress wrap under it since the swelling is gone. Also gone is the lovely orange and green discoloration that made my foot look more like a rotting piece of meat that something still attached to a living, breathing being. I have, on my own, begun some easy physical therapy techniques Dr. Google introduced me to. Nothing weight bearing, nothing strenuous, but just some stretching and range of motion stuff done while seated. I see this as the route to quickest recovery, and know enough that I can avoid doing any repeat or new damage.

I’ve purchased 23 books for my Nook over the course of the last five weeks. Two were advance orders, but I’ve read the rest as well as a couple of books that I’d previously downloaded and read. You can only watch repeats of NCIS and Law and Order so many times before you start expecting everyone who comes knocking at your door to flash and badge and announce themselves as “Detective” or “Very Special Agent.”

I’ve also done a great deal of needlecraft. Years ago my older sister gave me a dozen or so Bucella felt ornament kits that she’d purchased and wanted but didn’t have time to make. I did a few, and then relegated the remaining kits to the back of a cabinet. I’d also purchased and only partly completed a kit to make a large felt Christmas wreath that included fifteen felt ball ornaments and a string of twenty white lights that were to be sewn into the wreath. I’d made one of these before, and had partially completed this one and abandoned it. I completed the wreath (each ball took over three hours to complete, and I estimate total time put into the wreath including what I’d already done to be in excess of 200 hours). I also completed ten other felt ornaments, and gave them all to my sister on her birthday. I started work on yet another set of felt ornaments (characters from Alice in Wonderland) but am getting to the point where I really can’t stand to look at this stuff any more.

I’ve discovered that, between my eyesight and the meds I’m on, it has become very difficult to work on handicrafts that demand fine detail. I’ve successfully compensated for the eyesight by wearing reading glasses over my bifocals. I doubt my ophthalmologist would approve, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt me. I am less able to compensate for the Prograf induced tremors in my hands though, and frequently had to place the needle a dozen different times before it was positioned correctly. I really don’t have room to complain about that though, since the drug is keeps my liver a white blood cells playing nice together.
I’m bored.

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