I’m Whining
Can you say OUCH!? After the doctor got done cranking on my arm in every direction feasible this morning and some that weren’t feasible, my shoulder is feeling so much worse than it was. Whine, whine, whine…
Can you say OUCH!? After the doctor got done cranking on my arm in every direction feasible this morning and some that weren’t feasible, my shoulder is feeling so much worse than it was. Whine, whine, whine…
We had some promising looking rain clouds hanging around today, but once again, nothin’. So frustrating! We need the rain so bad! Luke’s front hoof looks like this from being so dry and stomping from the flies. I might have to put shoes on him for the first time in the 7 years I’ve had…
Monday, July 30, 2013 The Madeline Island Ferry was just about to draw up its ramp when I pulled up to the loading zone. Anything bigger than my Mini Cooper would have never fit into the ferry’s remaining space, where I squeezed in between two other cars. It was only a short twenty minute ride…
When I let Java out last night, I saw something big jump off our bird feeder. I was thinking that either it was the biggest squirrel I’d ever seen or it wasn’t a squirrel. I ran up the steps to the deck with H’s super-duper bright flashlight and found a raccoon on the deck. This…
It’s a tawdry affair, this love I have with Oboz, who cushioned my tootsies over rocky paths. Kept my feet dry when snow meltdown turned walking paths into streams. And protected my ankles from twisting when loose rocks and sand slid my feet into undesirable positions. Sadly now, the new love of my life sits idly…
“Why do you write?” a fellow blogger asked in her post. “To find treasure in a heap of garbage,” I muttered to myself. Writing reminds me of when I was a kid and my dad or uncle would fill up a trailer with broken chairs, mattresses, ceiling tile and carpeting to haul to the dump….
My sister advised me not to be like Lot’s wife and spend my time looking backwards, lest I turn into a pillar of salt. Perhaps pillar of salt was a metaphor for grief and the salty tears that sadness brings? I know I can’t get through this time without grieving, without examining my life to…
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Sorry to hear about your shoulder! I hope you don’t need surgery. My dad had rotator cuff surgery. Any surgery, no matter what kind, is not fun. Hopefully the physical therapy works! PT worked for the disc bulge in my neck. Unfortunately I didn’t keep it up. I need to start my home exercises again since I am back at work, and my neck hurts pretty bad again!
Hope your camera issue isn’t too serious. Electronics can be such a pain sometimes!
Mary…you know then, that lifting heavy things will only make things worse. Be clever about moving stuff in the barn
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I want to get a new camera too. Mine is still working, but I want a better one.
Writing a novel sounds VERY exciting. That should keep you busy and focused.
It has been warm, but grey most of the time here. I will admit that it has had an impact on me too.
Hope your shoulder eases up.
Sorry to hear about the shoulder. I hope that the PT works. Oftentimes, it does work so keep up hope!
A novel – very cool.
I hear ya. I have a shoulder issue it that I’ve been trying to ignore. It’s all that heavy lifting we have to do just to keep things going and the animals fed. I have found yoga helps greatly so I’m praying that PT is an answer to your prayers.
I also praying for sunshine again. We were blessed with three days after 10 without but it has been raining for 2.5 again. A little sunshine would go a long way!
Have a super day and we’ll just pray that PT solves your problem. Keep us updated.
God bless :o)
I couldn’t just have an injured shoulder, as you can see from my next post. No, that wasn’t good enough for me. I need to stop climbing trees and work benches and lifting up cars to rescue little children.
Keep those well wishes coming!
Ouch. Tom had shoulder surgery years ago. I’m hoping you can avoid it.
Enough with the falling!
Good luck with the novel. I have one started and at least 2 others in my head. It’s MUCH harder than the writing I do day to day.