hand eye crafts

 Do birds ever fly into spider webs?

 The "non-slip" shoes and little cat socklets are still where they were The Day I Fell.  (Excuse the garage's floor.) Somehow, my big ol' head was right in that corner.  Face down.  Maybe make a little memorial there.  Miniature furniture, tiny trees, a simple yet artsy and soothing water fountain, a placard... (I just now noticed the insulin syringe under the heel of the top shoe.  That's been there a while, huh?) I confess that I'm in no hurry to move this stuff.  I have no idea why.  It isn't to remind me to be careful.  I've got that.  Maybe I'm used to it all being there, and it would be weird for them to be gone?  I also confess that I was SO glad to be back to my regular therapist today.  He's nice, supportive, and if I'm not doing something correctly, he shows me the right way patiently and without judgment.  Thursday is my last session.  Tomorrow is six weeks since falling.  My shoulder is much, much bet...

I dream in color.  They're ringed with wispy blackness, though, like vintage portraits.   Last night, my dream was about me mucking (literally) about in a barn.  Sweep, shovel, fill the water troughs, feed --- you get the picture. At one point, I looked down at my feet and realized I hadn't been wearing barn boots, but some Old Gringo boots I've been coveting: "DADDY!  THESE AREN'T MY BARN BOOTS!  I CAN'T WEAR THESE FOR THIS!" Calm as he always was, he said, "Go look on my desk --- there's a list there for you." I was supposed to name all the horses!  How many there were, or what any of the names were, I cannot tell you.  The dream ended.  Don't you hate it when that happens?

Despite my believe-in-signs-and-superstitions upbringing, I'm not sure I buy ESP.  I do think ghosts exist, but not scary ones.  Ones that are comforting --- romantic, even. SO, for about a week and a half, I've been "hearing" Madeleine's mews.  They are definitely hers --- Riley wasn't too terribly vocal. But it's Riley that I've been "seeing" out of the corner of my eye every now and then. I'm not spooked by this.  Nor do I feel I've slipped away from Reality.  In fact, as stated before, it's been comforting in several ways.   I know these things don't constitute ESP, per se , so let me get to it in a different way.  My father (last name initial "S"), once established a business with two of his friends.  One's last name started with "P," the other's "E."  Yes, they called the business "ESP."

Thursday, there were tears after my therapy session.  Darrell, my "regular guy," was booked solid, so my appointment was with another therapist. He was abysmal. No support, no motivation.  Criticism.  Criticism bordering on ridicule.  Forcing me to push and pull my shoulder beyond points of comfort.  By the time my session was over, I was physically whipped and emotionally drained.  (You can offer help, you can speak without spitting "No, no, NO!" through your teeth.) Yesterday, I cried because I was in pain from Thursday.  My hurt feelings turned to anger.  Thursday night, for the first time in several weeks, I didn't sleep well because my arm and shoulder kept me awake. Today, I cry from the weight and the wait of all of this.  Plus, I finally cast some knitting on.  Mistake.  Yes, I knew cotton was an unwise choice.  Stiff, unforgiving.  Yet I figured a dishcloth could bear more mistakes than something else. Just the ca...

It's been years since I was on Pinterest, mostly because my password (and other identifying information) had long been forgotten.  A couple of weeks ago, though, the stars aligned, the tumblers found their keys, and. . .  I'm back! And mostly I've been pinning Secretariat pictures!  Yes, he was gorgeous, but mainly, the boy oozed personality and always knew where the camera was. I've not knit in so long that there's nothing to add to that board.  Hopefully, it won't be too much longer. It's way hot here right now.  There are cicadas, too, and they are LOUD.  Summer nights in the South are fairly chirpy and clicky anyway, but this is one of those "They've turned it to 11" deals.