Being brave, and not having called ahead of time, I took a chance this morning and at 0730 just presented myself at Physical Therapy. Lucking out because someone canceled, I was seen and out of there – the next three future appointments in hand not that much later. As a visual person, I was relieved match my estimation of pain against the pictures on the 0-10 scale and confirm that I was a “1” at worst.
Thirty minutes at the medical library computer and I was hiking home. In a rare show of intelligence, I called my DH for a ride when partway. It was much warmer now than earlier and sweats were not making me feel terribly happy.
The Chaos Quilters meet the third Thursday of the month, and this was my chance to host the meeting. There have been all too many times where I wind up sent TDY at the last minute and have to cancel. Last year I did the June meeting and had an ice cream social. Seemed like just the thing to do again. The group is comprised of ex-pats, a few Germans married to Americans and a few of us currently associated with the military. Kristin is probably the most serious (professional) of the group, and I the least. She has several exhibitions a year as well as teaches. I am more than happy to crank off the occasional gift quilt of simple pattern meant for the floor and the washing machine.
What we are not, is large and formal like Heidelberg Hearts & Castle Guild which I belonged to the first time we lived here. Couple of hundred members and formal membership meetings.
But tonights group had a good time relaxing, eating ice cream and chatting. The DH who did not take the hint to go else where probably got more of an earful than planned. He does not have a complete sense of humor about jokes involving guys and remotes.
Since I did not have any quilting for show and tell, I pulled out the last half dozen pairs of socks. And the entire group really thought the pattern I had developed for the Sockapalooza was good. Now, if I can get the pair on the needles finished, I might be up to the challenge.
As I do arm dangles and pendulums to entertain myself. I am already impatient and it has not even been a week. This is not good.
All that dangling will be worth it when you have two good wings again. It baffles me how you can still knit so much with only one good arm!
I have tried my hand at quilting, but find I just can not cut and sew straight! Perhaps crazy quilting would be for me?