Owie owie owie

Those words run through my head at times. You know, when I stand, move, walk… Strange thoughts.

Today I was determined to head to the noon meeting. I was expressly invited to go by a good friend. The problem? Rain.

Rainy weather used to be my favorite. Not so much anymore. I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t think, I wanted to leave and just go home. I tried to hide it, but I wasn’t successful.

I really wasn’t successful.

To add insult to injury, I had to go to the post office. I locked Duke, my phone, and my keys except for the damned post office box key in the car.


It has been ten hours since, and I’m just grateful for the feller who motored over, got me into the car, and on my way. It cost a pretty penny, but I’m grateful that Duke and I are safe at home.

Meanwhile, the owie thoughts are taking over, and I don’t want to take any more pills today. I’m off to bed.



I don’t like change

Hello all, I’m in a temporary setup in the living room today. It’s going to be entertaining for awhile while I move the office yet again.

Hubs and I are trying to figure out what to do while we have a volunteer organization come to paint the house next month. I’m going to have to move the office out of the garage completely and configure it permanently in the living room. I fought the change for a long time, but damn it, I’m going to just have to live with it.

The reason I moved into the garage is sound. Hubs doesn’t like to overhear my phone conversations. I talk to people in confidence quite often due to the nature of my volunteer service work. I also need a space to meet with sponsees. The current configuration in the garage works short term, but with the construction…. not so much.

So, the move, one carton, one box one shelf at a time, to the living room. I have only 17 days to get the work done.



Hotter than coffee

Hello all,

I make no bones about the fact that I hate all temperatures over 78 degrees or 25.5 degrees C out there. It’s just too warm. My get up and go just went to the arctic.

Just sitting at the desk requires an icy cold smoothie and two ice packs, two fans blowing and soft country music. Oh well.

I will survive.

On the knitting front:

It’s too hot to knit.

On the recovery front:

My favorite Big Book quote is: we do not crawl. I stopped crawling.

On the family front:

Its’ too hot to chat with them.

That’s all.

Oh and for the record? It’s just above 86 F or 30 C out there.


Water pills and coffee smoothies

Late morning, hello all.

I’ve had to resort to taking water pills. You know those pills that are sold over the counter for females who have bloat? Yep. The feet have been swelling up like life rafts, and I just can’t take it anymore. So, water pills it is.

On the knitterly front, the wedding shawl is started. It’s looking okay. I have maybe 6 cm of work done. That said, I want it to be at least 2 meters long. It’s less than .5 m wide. The yarn: Yarn Bee Lace Meadows 170 grams worth. I’m using 4.5 mm needles, in bamboo. The shawl is due April first next year.

With the wedding shawl, I have small side projects that keep me distracted in meetings and in public. The shawl has to stay home. I don’t want to remove the yarn from its bowl, I don’t want to split or snag the yarn, and I do want the project to remain relatively clean.

There is no gauge swatch for this one. The pattern, feather and fan, is an old favorite. I looked up a simple stitch repeat, and began.

On the family front, The hubs is doing okay for today. We do things day by day here. He is off to sleep. Duke just gave the mail carrier his opinion. Thankfully, there was a thick garage door between him and the carrier. Otherwise, all is well.

My medical: I am so sick of Doctors. I tried to contact mine via the “app” that my provider uses. I just could not get through. There was no “making an appointment” the stupid app would not let me. Oh well.

My Dr is actually pretty nice, and she has a wicked sense of humor. However, I really hate the admin from the provider. Dealing with admin, and their app makes swelling feet with painful walking an absolute joy.

Recovery front: Still clean and serene. I didn’t do any recovery homework the last couple of days. I’ve been focusing on other things. I’ve been in contact with members of two fellowships, and I feel solid. I was going to attempt to get to the nooner today. However, once my feet hit the floor, the swelling decided to come back. I’m leery of driving unless absolutely necessary.

So, I will call a member in recovery, and get a ride to the meeting. Problem solved.

In general, life is still good. I have an icy cold coffee smoothie by my side, a lit cigarette to my left in the ash tray, and all is well.

Coffee smoothie recipe:

  1. Instant coffee crystals
  2. Powdered Creamer
  3. Lemon Juice
  4. Apple Cider Vinegar
  5. Artificial Sweetener
  6. Ice
  7. Water
  8. Ginger, ground

I put maybe a little water in the bottom of the blender. In goes a tray full of ice. Measure out to your taste, the instant coffee. Add one cap full of lemon juice, one cap full of the vinegar, the artificial sweetener (to taste), the powdered creamer and etc…

Fill to the 3/4 mark on your blender with water. Pulse, until the ice is pulverized. Pour into a glass and refrigerate the rest.

These smoothies last me one day.


Note: The lemon and vinegar help my body, in my opinion, and add very little flavor to the mix. You can substitute leftover coffee from the night before for the crystals and water. You can use any flavor creamer as you wish. For spices, you can use five spice powder, cinnamon, or any spice you prefer. I am using ginger for the medicinal qualities.

That’s all I have for now everyone, have a good day.


Desperately needing sleep

I have been running short all week. I just can’t sleep at night.

Even coffee isn’t helping me to stay awake. So this is going to be short.

The heat has my legs swelling like balloons. Other news, I started a shawl, and found some books in my office.

I’m crawling back to bed. I just don’t feel well.

Take care