Morning all, had to come to a horrible conclusion.

I canceled the fall camping trip completely. With my shoulders being out of whack, even with the PT. It’s just not going to happen. Even setting up my tent in the back yard was too much.

I’m a bit of a grumpy nugget right now. Hugs, -L

Old Time Radio

Morning all, hope you are well. The boys are sound asleep, and I am alive.

Over the last couple of days, I’ve been listening to old time radio podcasts. I double dog dare you to listen to them. Holy crap, Superman, Batman, tales of the FBI, Burns and Allen… and more.

The stories are so interesting, and keep my rapt attention. Even the old commercials. Kellog’s dog food, and the latest cereal. Chuckle, those particular items went defunct when I was a child.

I at least am enjoying myself. The stories are complete, and while they are broken up by commercials, it works.

I’m still hoping to go camping, but it is starting to look grim. I hope to go, but will have to alter my plans quite a bit.

Hugs my friends, take care. -L

Hysterically inspired

Morning all, I’m settled in with the sniffles and a cuppa. Hope you are well. The lovely young fellas are sleeping, and of course, I can’t make it happen.

I fell down a history rabbit hole tonight. I started watching Tony Robinson walk down paths throughout his homeland. I’m not sure whether to call it Britain? England? I know he ended up in Wales, Cornwall and Scotland. I think I watched/listened for over 5 hours.

The next video to come up was a history of the Vikings. It was a bit bloody. Okay, as I type this, a quote from the video… “Vikings lived in a time of blood.”

So yeah. I ended up researching pre-viking age clothing. There’s not much in the archaeological record for that. I’m talking pre-700’s Norther European clothing. It’s time to start stitching my winter wardrobe, and I’m interested in this period.

I need something that is warm, will work with the wheelchair, and is light enough that it doesn’t restrict or bind my body painfully. These garments will not be historical, by anymeans, and in fact will probably be hysterical.

Considering that most days I tap dance barefoot on shards of madness, I think hysterical is more apt.

I doubt I will be sewing much until the shoulder heals quite a bit. Especially with the right arm being numb from about t-shirt sleeve downwards. However, I want to get something done. I may resort to just using a sewing machine and saying chuck it.

Nobody is going to be looking at my seams, and I am not a reinactor. I do not attend Renfairs, as the public at large gives me the skeevies.

I’m thinking on what to do for fabric for the top layer. It might be cheapest to get surplus wool blankets on my next trip to town. We will see what happens. I want the underclothes done first. I also, as layering cotton is actually quite warm, am willing to wait on that for quite awhile.

Most of these clothes will be worn exclusively at home. I am not enamored with the idea of being around humanity right now. One thing I have noticed is that the more physical pain I am in, the less I am willing to be around others.

At this rate, I may end up as a hermit in a tent in the wilds of Minnesota somewhere. Wait, that’s a camping trip.

Sighs. I try to not go too manic on the blog. Please at least chuckle at the mayhem.

Take care my friends. If I actually am able to get the stitchery done, I will have someone take pictures.

Hugs, -L


Morning all, I have rested, and am alive. Young Master Duke is angling to go outside, and yet I want to write to you lovely folks first.

Physical therapy is ongoing. Yes, it is rotator cuff injury, that is compounded because it is the 2nd time on this shoulder. There is a pinched whatsit as well. Sigh. I now have an amazon cart full of strange toys like a tens machine, and an many batteries and pads.

Do I need those specific items? Hmm. Not really. However, I may as well get them and see if my quality of life improves.

Meanwhile, I have a pupper who wants to go potty, and I am going to sit out with him and have a smoke or two. I’m quite whiny. I’m going to grab a paperback and bring it along for the ride.

Take care my friends. Hugs.

Something is sticking in my craw

Morning all, hope you are well. Young Master Duke has been outside, and barked at whatever he so desired. My beloved is awake, and slowly moving around.

I’ve been thinking on something I overheard recently. It elicited a fight or flight response. To quote young Sharkie, “I am a flightless bird.” I can’t dislodge what they said from my brain. To roughly paraphrase the person… “You have to follow the rules, but I don’t.” To be fair, this was not exactly what was said. This is the paraphrase, or the gist of their words.

It’s sticking to my craw.

You know what it is like to take a bite of a peanut butter and bread sandwich and there is way too much peanut butter in it? It sticks to the roof of your mouth, and no amount of milk can dislodge it. You about choke to death on peanut butter and bread. That’s what it is like having something stuck in your craw.

In teaching someone how to do something. Does it make sense for a master knitter to say, “Always do a gauge swatch,” when they never do it? Or does it make sense for the person teaching someone how to cook to say, “Always wash your hands before you start cooking, and after you touch raw meat.” And then you see them do the exact opposite?

No, it doesn’t make sense.

I guess, I’m grinding my teeth over one off hand comment, but it is driving me out of my tree. Sighs.

Hugs, my friends, I guess I needed to get this off my chest. I truly hope you are well, please take care of yourself today. -L