Rolling along

 into walls, nicking corners, trim, baseboards.  Chocolate fingerprints smearing over flat white paint. Sounds similar to a skating rink.  Had to cancel all dental appointments, and a month behind on summer chores.  Managed to renew driver license with a walker and husband.  Cannot sleep, gained weight, very crabby.  Will an injection remedy this when nothing else is touching the problem?  It is not the joint.  You know how I feel about summer, one month already wasted.

Stitching has not been frustrating, very few errors in this section worth a mention.  The vase pattern was not followed as charted in color or count, just to rebel a little.  My biggest problem has been the thread.  Remove a few stitches and it shreds.  Wrong linen hole?  Try going back in to move over and it shreds.  With my crabassiness and overall nasty mood, I considered more than once to put her aside, just in case the snark visits.  Snarks pull rank over crabs.  Can't trust them.

The area above the lawn is completed, finishing the house next.

 I made myself a boxed cake for b-day and wanted the whipped cream icing in the freezer.  My wheels have me sitting well below counter height.  Using one beater and trying to blend after thawing was a mess.  Hard to do from a low seat and I lost my grip on the container.  Most went into my hair and onto clothing but the window and wall did not escape the flying container.  What was left was yuck.

Then we discover the pepper plants and others loaded with aphids which will certainly be attacking all my flowers.  And I can't help with spray, dip, wipe.  Shouting obscenities at the little bastards is futile.

As I sit on the single seat swing we had built for mom, and use the handle that helped her off and held her cane, a brief slap of reality stung.  Today, turning 72, I need that handle and cane. 

Hope your week has been peaceful.  

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