Itching to get to work

 

On the awning for my camper! 

The material arrived on Thursday,

but it has been one of those weeks

that I really have not had time to start it.

You know the whole

BLOCK

of time that is needed to really get into a project.

So there it sits.

Well actually this morning it made it out of the living room

and

to my sewing room.

I so wanted to just order a ready made awning

and the price was not terrible,

but JWS wanted it in place before we went camping next weekend,

and

no "awning" person

was co-operating with HIS time schedule.

I will keep you posted on that project.

There is something a little intimidating about cutting into that roll of fabric though.

Very intimidating.

 

 

 

See this?

Those of you that are my FB friends have already seen it.

This cardinal is driving me crazy!

He just keeps flying into the window.

Lands on the screen and then flies up at the top window.

Over and over and over again.

 

Lots of FB suggestions. 

 

The first was paper,

so I taped huge pieces of construction paper to the window.

He is still there. 

I am going to try all the other suggestions.

When

I

Get

That

All Elusive

Time.

Maybe tomorrow.

 

 

 

Doesn't this brave little girl look happy?

 

She has this huge plantar's wart on her foot.

Wednesday night, when I was watching her,

she banged it off of a piece of furniture

and

cried.

A lot of crying.

She is usually not a crier.

Thursday, I took her to the foot doctor

and he lanced it

and

she didn't cry,

She was so good

that we went for ice cream after.

I don't think I would have looked this happy after the foot doctor.

Well, really I  know I would not.

You see,

two weeks ago I finally broke down and went to the foot doctor.

The pain finally broke me.

I had sprained my ankle late last fall

and with the events of the winter

I had not been going on my morning walk.

About six weeks ago,

I resumed the morning walking

and

the pain was bad.

Really bad.

Advil every six hours,

ice,

with an occasional

"better" painkiller.

It was time.

He poked and prodded.

He x-rayed, then scheduled an MRI.

Then said,

"We really should boot this."

Apparently, my look of

horror/anger/disdain

prompted the next comment.

"But then, I don't think you are going to want that."

So, we did the MRI

and

Monday

I find out the results.

 

But today, we cook.

 

Today is the fair's gun raffle.

600 or so people

and we feed them all.

 

A LOT.

 

Where did I put those Vicodin?

and

Why didn't I take the boot?

 

And...

in the interest of all of you that might like birds...

I guess I should not go into the

redneck idea that went through my head.

Gun Raffle

Guns

Annoying Cardinal...

well, I guess I shouldn't go there.