I have, as a part of my de-cluttering drive, started spinning again. Because my thumbs are getting arthritic I am limiting myself to an hour or the length of one CD. I have two cupboards full of fleece so it is going to take me a while.
But I have cleared out all of my rubber stamps. I used to love making my own cards and spent a lot of time making my own Christmas and birthday cards but I haven't done any cards in the last eight years since I moved into the apartment. I threw out my colouring pens a couple of months ago; they had all dried and would have needed re-hydrating so I am slowly clearing out the dross.
Anyway, a week ago today I stepped down a very low curb and there was a loud crack in my right lower leg. I hobbled home and started ice and compression, having ascertained that everything in my ankle still worked and today I was able for the first time in a week to walk normally without a limp. However, to get back to the title of this piece, my right ankle and all down my right calf are exactly the colour of my current spinning. It makes me wonder a bit just what the supplier of my fibre was doing when she dyed and named the colourway "Bruised Ego".
On account of my very sore toe which I have probably mentioned in a previous post I have been buying a few colour co-ordinating walking sticks which I was storing inside a rolled up Pilates mat until Parsifal started playing with the wrist straps and brought the whole arrangement down with a loud crash so I ordered a fancy stick holder which arrived in Melbourne from USA within about three days and then sat in Melbourne for ten days before it finally arrived here in Western Australia. Made by the same company which makes the sticks it fits nicely into a spare corner and accommodates all my sticks very neatly.
The Limerick:-
Thomas Beecham, his voice like a ratchet,
Cut a poor cellist down like a hatchet.
"You have, twixt your thighs
My dear, a great prize,
And yet you just sit there and scratch it!"
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Thursday, November 21, 2019
I have placed a ping-pong ball in the bath.
Parsifal loves it. I never use the bath and the plughole is on the centre so when Parsifal bats it, it rolls back to the centre. He is definitely right-pawed and he has been sitting in the bath and batting the ball which rolls back to him to be batted again. Poppy is intrigued but so far hasn't ventured to try it. It is hard to entertain oriental cats which are super-intelligent so this is a whole new toy for them.
It doesn't replace catching rats which was the main entertainment for previous cats who lived with me and there have been times when I have wished that I could tell these two to go and catch a rat - but that is not an option in a high-rise apartment.
The hole in my glass was repaired this morning. The scaffolding was ferried up yesterday to level 4 and then up a ladder to the balcony of Apartment 511 which is two floors directly below me and from there it was built up to my apartment. The whole fix looks a little messy to me but it isn't my problem and I can only see it of I squeeze through the hopper window and hang down. From the street the hole was hard to see so any tatty bits from the repair will be unremarkable.
A couple of days ago I stepped off the curb onto the road and something cracked in my right calf muscle so I am hobbling around with a slightly swollen but rather painful leg. It is much better than it was and I can now put my heel down when I walk and actually push off a bit so I do not think that I have done myself any permanent damage. A compression stocking and painkillers may have something to do with it but it is a definite improvement.
The Limerick:-
I think that I may have used this one before from my previous book but it bears repetition.
Concerning the bees and the flowers
In the fields and the gardens and bowers,
You will note at a glance
That their ways of romance
Haven't any resemblance to ours.
It doesn't replace catching rats which was the main entertainment for previous cats who lived with me and there have been times when I have wished that I could tell these two to go and catch a rat - but that is not an option in a high-rise apartment.
The hole in my glass was repaired this morning. The scaffolding was ferried up yesterday to level 4 and then up a ladder to the balcony of Apartment 511 which is two floors directly below me and from there it was built up to my apartment. The whole fix looks a little messy to me but it isn't my problem and I can only see it of I squeeze through the hopper window and hang down. From the street the hole was hard to see so any tatty bits from the repair will be unremarkable.
A couple of days ago I stepped off the curb onto the road and something cracked in my right calf muscle so I am hobbling around with a slightly swollen but rather painful leg. It is much better than it was and I can now put my heel down when I walk and actually push off a bit so I do not think that I have done myself any permanent damage. A compression stocking and painkillers may have something to do with it but it is a definite improvement.
The Limerick:-
I think that I may have used this one before from my previous book but it bears repetition.
Concerning the bees and the flowers
In the fields and the gardens and bowers,
You will note at a glance
That their ways of romance
Haven't any resemblance to ours.
Wednesday, November 6, 2019
My right second toe is going to have a makeover
I have been sitting on a referral to the UWA Podiatry Clinic for some time and with my eyes sorted I finally grasped the nettle and paid a visit to the UWAPC to see what they could do for my very sore toe. I have been trying for years to find a podiatrist who is willing to tackle the toe and finally asked D2 if she could recommend someone to me.
It was great. Far from trimming my corns and sending me on my way as did two previous podiatrists whom I had consulted, my feet were photographed and examined and a plan laid out for me. The offending toe will be shortened straightened and the second joint fused. A Kirschner wire will hold it for about six weeks until it is healed and I will have to wear a moon boot for that time. At a later date, if the toe on the left foot starts to give grief I can have the same procedure done to that one. This surgery will happen next year as the students will be going on holiday next month.
The UWAPC is for podiatrists who want to learn to do surgery and they are taught and supervised by experienced podiatric surgeons. I have opted for student involvement as the operation doesn't sound very complicated and we all learnt on live patients when we were training.
The cats had a very traumatic time this afternoon. Parsifal was nosing around in my knitting bag and one of the handles tangled around his neck. He panicked and, knocking aside everything in his way with loud crashings, he fled through the cat door and into my bedroom. Luckily the knitting bag stayed on the outside and he slid through the loop of the handle. Poppy thought that it was definitely the end of the world and refused to be consoled to the degree that she refused to eat her dinner until Parsifal was out of the way. The knitting survived, as did the cats. I'm not so sure about my nerves.
The limerick:-
The dog-loving Countess of Crupps
Was heard to confess in her cups,
"An affair with a collie
Was the height of my folly,
But I got a good price for the pups."
It was great. Far from trimming my corns and sending me on my way as did two previous podiatrists whom I had consulted, my feet were photographed and examined and a plan laid out for me. The offending toe will be shortened straightened and the second joint fused. A Kirschner wire will hold it for about six weeks until it is healed and I will have to wear a moon boot for that time. At a later date, if the toe on the left foot starts to give grief I can have the same procedure done to that one. This surgery will happen next year as the students will be going on holiday next month.
The UWAPC is for podiatrists who want to learn to do surgery and they are taught and supervised by experienced podiatric surgeons. I have opted for student involvement as the operation doesn't sound very complicated and we all learnt on live patients when we were training.
The cats had a very traumatic time this afternoon. Parsifal was nosing around in my knitting bag and one of the handles tangled around his neck. He panicked and, knocking aside everything in his way with loud crashings, he fled through the cat door and into my bedroom. Luckily the knitting bag stayed on the outside and he slid through the loop of the handle. Poppy thought that it was definitely the end of the world and refused to be consoled to the degree that she refused to eat her dinner until Parsifal was out of the way. The knitting survived, as did the cats. I'm not so sure about my nerves.
The limerick:-
The dog-loving Countess of Crupps
Was heard to confess in her cups,
"An affair with a collie
Was the height of my folly,
But I got a good price for the pups."
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