The patient is doing well. Though I had to literally follow him out to the garage talking a blue streak to keep him from going to the DMV to take a written test less than 24 hours after his surgery. He came back in the house finally.
The man is demented.
He does pretty well for several hours and then suddenly hits the wall and sacks out for a few more hours. Pain medication has been limited to right before bed so he can sleep more comfortably.
He is going to work tomorrow so he tells me. I don't know how he is going to work with only one arm mobile. But knowing him he'll probably pull it off.
In other news...
It's nice and cool these last few nights, making for good sleeping weather. I'm hoping we have seen the last of triple digit temperatures.
We have been picking melons like crazy in the garden. They are smaller kinds, about the size of softballs with Napolean complexes. One is like cantaloup and the other more like honeydew. I can't say I'm wild about either one. Though I have begun an experiment. I cut one up into pieces and put them in the freezer. I am going to make a slushy with lemonade in the blender using the frozen melon. If that doesn't work, I don't think I will be eating any more of them. Alas, I just don't care for melon much, even though I WANT to. Once in a blue moon, I'll come across a honeydew that hits the spot, but that's about it.
But they were fun to grow and very productive too. My neighbors will be happy.
It will be a longer wait for the winter squash I tried. Here is the variety...
Squash
If all continues to go well, I might get 6 or 8 of them by the end of the growing season.
I am trying really hard to get up my courage to knit a sweater. I have been haunting the internet for a pattern I can understand, and then went to Amazon to look at knitting books. Gave it up as a bad job and am going to go to the library tomorrow and check out what they have before I buy one. Maybe I will find just the book and be sure it's what I'm looking for.
In the meantime I thought it might be a good idea to start with something a little smaller. I found this pattern and fell in love.
Crazy Sock
Now, many years ago.... um let's see, youngest son is _ _ years old, subtract the year, carry the two, divide by mileage, subtract brain cell damage... okay. 25 years ago, I knit a pair of child's socks with the help of my mother in law. Well, to be honest, she was right there... saying things like, knit three rows, now put so many stitches on a holder, knit so many rows, now do this, now do this other thing, now knit 14 rows. Now do some ribbing. Now bind it off. And lo and behold, I had a sock. We did it all over again and I had a pair.
Do you think I have those socks today? Of course not you silly. I'm too much of a neat freak. This is the price I pay for an organized house. A price I gladly pay almost any day of the year. But today it seems a little steep.
ANYWAY, the point is, I did knit a pair once, but I really didn't know what I was doing.
It seemed like a good idea to try a small project and ease back into the 'knitting directions, which are written by sadistic insiders who speak an alien language just to make you feel stupid' maze.
But who knows, the knitters among you may be screaming.... "Don't start with a sock you dim wit! Make a boat neck sweater or something you ninny!"
If you are reading this, please leave a comment. I'm willing to be talked out of it. ;-)
The man is demented.
He does pretty well for several hours and then suddenly hits the wall and sacks out for a few more hours. Pain medication has been limited to right before bed so he can sleep more comfortably.
He is going to work tomorrow so he tells me. I don't know how he is going to work with only one arm mobile. But knowing him he'll probably pull it off.
In other news...
It's nice and cool these last few nights, making for good sleeping weather. I'm hoping we have seen the last of triple digit temperatures.
We have been picking melons like crazy in the garden. They are smaller kinds, about the size of softballs with Napolean complexes. One is like cantaloup and the other more like honeydew. I can't say I'm wild about either one. Though I have begun an experiment. I cut one up into pieces and put them in the freezer. I am going to make a slushy with lemonade in the blender using the frozen melon. If that doesn't work, I don't think I will be eating any more of them. Alas, I just don't care for melon much, even though I WANT to. Once in a blue moon, I'll come across a honeydew that hits the spot, but that's about it.
But they were fun to grow and very productive too. My neighbors will be happy.
It will be a longer wait for the winter squash I tried. Here is the variety...
Squash
If all continues to go well, I might get 6 or 8 of them by the end of the growing season.
I am trying really hard to get up my courage to knit a sweater. I have been haunting the internet for a pattern I can understand, and then went to Amazon to look at knitting books. Gave it up as a bad job and am going to go to the library tomorrow and check out what they have before I buy one. Maybe I will find just the book and be sure it's what I'm looking for.
In the meantime I thought it might be a good idea to start with something a little smaller. I found this pattern and fell in love.
Crazy Sock
Now, many years ago.... um let's see, youngest son is _ _ years old, subtract the year, carry the two, divide by mileage, subtract brain cell damage... okay. 25 years ago, I knit a pair of child's socks with the help of my mother in law. Well, to be honest, she was right there... saying things like, knit three rows, now put so many stitches on a holder, knit so many rows, now do this, now do this other thing, now knit 14 rows. Now do some ribbing. Now bind it off. And lo and behold, I had a sock. We did it all over again and I had a pair.
Do you think I have those socks today? Of course not you silly. I'm too much of a neat freak. This is the price I pay for an organized house. A price I gladly pay almost any day of the year. But today it seems a little steep.
ANYWAY, the point is, I did knit a pair once, but I really didn't know what I was doing.
It seemed like a good idea to try a small project and ease back into the 'knitting directions, which are written by sadistic insiders who speak an alien language just to make you feel stupid' maze.
But who knows, the knitters among you may be screaming.... "Don't start with a sock you dim wit! Make a boat neck sweater or something you ninny!"
If you are reading this, please leave a comment. I'm willing to be talked out of it. ;-)