Showing posts from February, 2014

Thank You, Amazon.........

Andy turns 50 this year, and because I want it to be really, really special, I have already started thinking about gifts.  I have a few ideas, but always looking for new ideas, I pulled up the Amazon website and searched for "gifts for men."  My personal favorite suggested gift is
Not that there's anything wrong with a man wearing pink monster slippers with hearts all over them..........I just don't think I actually know any men who would wear them.  To be fair, they would indeed be "special" and they certainly weren't something I would have thought of on my own, but I'm just not seeing it.......

I am rather tempted by the flying screaming monkey idea, but only if I got one for me as well, which then makes it less appropriate for a birthday gift and more of an anniversary sort of gift, don't you think?

Still Moving Forward!

I'm still having bad days here and there, but I'm still improving and the physical therapist was mostly pleased yesterday.  She has curbed my new oh-my-gosh-I-can-move mania with an order to rest every other day (probably because I was getting more and more sore), but I'm hoping that "resting" is a bit more of an open concept than it has been in the last 7 months--like "not in bed."  We'll see.  Yesterday was a bad day again, but only in the afternoon.  In the morning, I had my appointment, ran to the post office, and found this
at a charity shop.  Normally, I'm not a huge basket person, but our house has this
and after a few years of it being a death-camp for house plants, I have given up and switched to silk.  The problem is that the lovely top edges of the cupboards, which give it such a nice look, stick up above the top of the cupboards by about 3 inches, so swags just slip down into invisibility.  I tried propping them up on empty shoe boxe…

It's Valentine's Day!

For Valentine's Day every year, Andy and I make each other gifts.  We set "themes" for certain things every year, because 40 years of trying to come up with gifts for each other 4 times a year would be daunting, to say the least.  So, for our wedding anniversary, we always exchange perfume and cologne--a different scent for each other every year.  For Christmas, we always have a price limit and a theme of some sort.  And for Valentine's Day, we lovingly hand-make each other gifts, and the other one promises to ignore all the swearing and foul language that went in to the making OF the gift.  This is an important caveat as so often gifts for Andy involve collars and buttonholes, and I never did get the wooden box Andy was making for me last year because while he was trying to get it "just right," the box blew apart.  We hadn't ever talked about that as a factor because if a sewing or knitting project blows up, we've probably got bigger problems tha…

You know.............

I try not to think badly of the things in our house, but when I have just finished folding laundry and there are three socks left without mates, it's hard to view the washing machine as anything but a serial killer of socks.

If You Don't Snooze, You Lose....

Two days in a row completely out of bed now, though my bedtime might be creeping up just a bit each night.  Yesterday I was out and about some, meeting my Great Decisions group in the afternoon and rummaging through some charity shops for a cheap but not too icky desk for the back bedroom, and just did a short walk at night to limber up the muscles without pushing them too hard.

Today I got up, maybe just a little less enthusiastically than the previous two mornings but still feeling good, and took the cats to the vet for their annual check up and shots.  Since I've been hauling Theo around so much, I had bought a bigger carrier for him, so this was their first joint visit, and I can assure you that hauling around 35 pounds of cats is a lot of work no matter WHAT has been going on with one's back.  The room has pheromone mist for the cats, but they could really use a martini dispenser for the humans--or at least free chocolate.

After their ordeal, I brought the ca…

Normal Life: Day One

I am still not willing to say there was really anything good about 7 weeks of bronchitis, but I will concede that it gave me my first day totally free of any back pain in years.  By Christmas day, the sharp, grabbing pains that are the biggest danger to me had been gone for a few weeks, and the constant aching on days it snowed had finally stopped.  But there was a chronic ache in the small of my back that never stopped or let up, and I thought I might just have to live with.  It was still the farthest I'd gotten, but it was always there.  But after the first week or so of bronchitis, it had finally let up.  And, while the bronchitis was completely and utterly miserable, my back didn't lose ground or stiffen up, which my therapist was quite pleased to see. I was pleased too, and would have been pretty giddy about the ache going away if I hadn't still been sick and stuck mostly in bed anyway.  It's wonderful to make progress, but if you still don't feel…

Move Over Lassie

Yesterday when I was out shoveling snow, my little side-kick, Theo, had been out with me, supervising from a safe (and dry) position.  I am not sure what exactly I did wrong, but the next thing I knew, he had gone running in to get Andy and bring him outside.  Lassie's got nothing over my cat, except perhaps that I wasn't down a wall and hadn't fallen or even so much as slipped.  Today I was clearing off the landing that is part-way up our staircase,
 and I'll admit, I did start to climb onto it as I normally do in order to clean it thoroughly, but this
stopped me.  I wish I had been fast enough with the camera to catch the truly horrified look on his face, but he is correct.  While I think my back could have done it, climbing onto something without being able to put any pressure on one's hands probably is pretty idiotic, so
 I chose an alternative method and Theo agreed to not run off and tell Andy.

As a younger sibling, I am MORE than used to tattle-tales, but t…


After almost 7 weeks, I have been able to breathe normally for 5 whole days.

My back doesn't hurt today.

With the help of an Aleve, my hands stopped hurting enough for me to be able to shovel snow today.

I can't believe I'm actually happy about that...............


If I could, I'd be crossing my fingers that the bronchitis is finally gone.  However, on Monday when I was making pasta for lunch, I picked up the pot of pasta by the plastic pot handles, expecting them to be cool.  They weren't, so in a reflex move, I dropped the pot back onto the stove, and the hot water sloshed out of the pot and all over my hands, which burned both sides of both hands in one fell swoop--and temporarily shorted out the lighter on the stove.  I am considering taking up residence in a plastic bubble..........