Handcuffed
I have just discovered that the spica will not permit me to play Mahjongg Dimensions.
I have just discovered that the spica will not permit me to play Mahjongg Dimensions.
No, candle, my job is not nearly as heinous as J’s. That doesn’t necessarily mean I’m here for the long haul though. And regardless of whether or not I stick it out at the current job, I’m writing. J did give me a good idea to follow up on though. I’ve been concerned that, if…
Wednesday I started the ultraviolet therapy. They’re taking me up really gradually, so the doses I got this week were really short. A few things I hadn’t actually thought about until we got started. One of them had to do with protective wear. Although I’m getting full body exposure, there’s a few areas that we…
The Socialist phoned me again this morning, this time from Tennessee. It looks like he’ll be home by tomorrow. Sorry cats, but it looks like you’ll be kicked out of the bedroom after tonight. I suspect the Grey Menace is going to have her nose out of joint for a bit; she’d gotten used to…
The Little Kiln’s First Run After weeks of reading up on how to do it, I’m running my first batch anneal this afternoon. The reason to batch anneal is to prevent fractures resulting from micro-cracks related to rapid cooling. I’ve been using hot-mats to cool my beads in, which is sufficient to prevent major cracks…
They are indeed Campenula medium. For more and better pictures go to Canterbury Bell Google Search. The discovery of Audrey II’s identity has helped salve the last vestiges of yesterdays migraine, which hang on me like a vague yellow grass stain that no amount of detergent or bleach will get out of your best white…
I’ve got a new project that I’ve been working on this week, making some beads that fit an earth-tone theme. Given my druthers I tend towards the cool colors, so working with warm, earthy tones is a bit of a new experience. I particularly was hoping to come up with something that would approximate an…
OMG. I’d forgotten about the yellowing of the undercoat! Two of the cats I’d previously mentioned were chinchilla persian and had that problem. It’s freaky to look at, actually. You sort of expect them to glow in the dark.
Planning on going to Champaign this weekend so I’ll see if I can find you some toe socks for your hand. Evidently they’re all the rage again. Dunno. Too old and too frumpy to really care unless it’s for a good cause 😉
And there I was thinking you meant lavender! I hope the splint helps. I sometimes wear one, as I have a chronic issue in one wrist, and it does ease the problem. I like the idea of funky socks!
Good news on the ringworm! Progress at last, albeit at the cost of smells.
I hadn’t thought of this medication angle. I may discuss it with our Sheltie Rescue director.
We will give her a week and evaluate her then. It will be nice to have something to fall back on if it is needed.
Thanks for the idea.
Sorry about your hand… pesky bodies, little drama queens sometimes aren’t they?
Having had experience with craft booths over the years, I can tell you they almost never make more of a profit than to pay for the booth, gas to get there, beverages and food for the day. They are not profit-making endeavors for the average craftsman or craftswoman. If you’ve ever noticed, the large booths at crafts fairs are usually on the outside corners of the floor plan and are usually either purchased things that are quickly embellished while you wait or edibles. It is where you will find the photo mugs, mouse pads, airbrushed t-shirts, "homemade" candy, kettle corn and the sort of glass blowers that make those sailboat replicas with all the string work where they charge a small fortune for anything really good. These are the only places that actually turn a profit.