Feeling sorry for myself as I read Yarnstorm’s visit to New York City and our favorite Canadian grad student’s wanderings in London , I tried whining to the oldest. My unsympathetic daughter reminded me that I had chosen to stay home this week, rather than go with the DH to Washington DC and Boston.
Oh. Once nudged, I do remember him inviting me along and me demurring, not sure how I would be doing after surgery. The teens reminded me that they are perfectly old enough to watch house and dog for a few days. And I feel stupid for second guessing myself now that it is too late. There is also this slight issue of renovations on the house and my being too cheap to spring for airfare when the money could be put to better use upgrading the armature for the shower.
Sigh.
So I went cruising around the internet after enduring a torture session in physical therapy. Congratulate me, I have discovered that it is possible to create pain in my shoulder where there was none before my the judicious application of range of motion exercises and a cheerfully smiling PT technician. I am supposed to continue this fun several times a day at home and go in again on Monday. Glad I did not toss the large bag of ice.
Spinning
As you might have noticed, I have joined a lotfew knit-a-longs, mostly related to socks. In order to balance out, I am joining le Tour de Fleece. This is the spinners equivalent of le Tour de France where we spin our wheels while the riders spin theirs. Even better, I am even on the right time zone to catch most of it live. Organized by Star it seems like a fun thing to do. Perhaps I can call it therapy? Or at least stash reduction. Starting 1 July on TV and spinning wheel near you. 
Socks
It never ceases to amaze me how long it takes to knit the boring foot on a man’s sock. And this is for a guy who only wears a size 11. I#ll finish it up tonight. The colorway is American from the lavendersheep. knit in 4/2 Ribbing on 2,5 mm needles over 72 stitches.
Audio Books
Arriving in the mail today was the latest Stephanie Plum Novel by Janet Evanovich. I am already through the 3rd of CDs and finding it a real hoot.
Arches
Through the open door to the hof, a riot of flowers climbing the trellis.
שבת שלום
-Holly
