**pulls out a fresh towel**
I've been very slack again, haven't I!
I've been taking those bloody Pams in doubles every night and they just fuck me up to the point I can't string together a coherent sentence after 11pm. Running the cable into my room to watch Sky in the wee smas in an attempt to keep me in bed when I'm awake instead of staggering around the house annoying the dog with my blunderings has worked. Seeing as how I don't have a laptop, I don't post at 3 in the morning the same. It's sort of a win/lose situation really.
My hands are manky and my brain isn't too flash, so I've been practicing my own occupational therapy (it occupies me, right?) and been making stuff in the garden, stuff that I can sit down to do, seeing as how my legs are feeling a little weak and wobbly.
This is what I've been making - the aforementioned bamboo screens:
First I started with a shaggy bamboo hood over the swing seat, just to get a feel for the fabric of it all *snort*
It's ok. Needs work.
Then I made a vertical one where some blue (yuk, yes blue) shade cloth was
That was better. I really like it.
So then, I started on the sides of the summerhouse, the next stage of which was long overdue
These I like, to the point they have encouraged me to continue on 3 sides, purchase at an extremely cheap price a couple more Yucca of good size to enhance the area and also a large green plastic table that can live at Ian's until I decide I need it here in the summerhouse. I also acquired an old bath from Rae, not sure where that is going yet but the idea of a second Lotus pool appeals, especially with a yellow Lotus in it. And some more fish.
Speaking of fish, we have 14 goldfish now, spread between the two troughs and the guppies are breeding like mad. At least something is getting sex around here.
I also added to the berry garden by buying a rather large boysenberry plant for $8.40 at the Red Shed in their clearance area.
So many pots on the go, so little stove space. And I need more fingers for all the pies I have to shove them in.
Being physically limited pisses me right off but the more I can get done before I ask for the chemo, the better I will feel about doing nothing but throw up, lie down and cry when/if the time comes.
Oh, and I took myself off to the eye man for a check and a chat about this problem I'm having that, specs on or off, I can never seem to focus on whatever it is I'm looking at up close. It's confirmed - I officially have old person eyes and have just ordered my first pair of progressive spectacles from the US. Then all I have to do is get used to the bloody things, but I refused bi-focals. Just because I have old eyes doesn't mean they have to look like it, eh? To compensate for the emotional damage being pronounced aging did, I dyed my hair purple again last night.
I will strive to be more regular - blog-wise, that is.
Looking good Mama ! You should be proud of your efforts there. With regards to your progressive lenses, take it from me that they will take a tad of getting used to. Mine gave me headaches for a while & vertigo if I turned my head too soon. Hang in there babe....
Wow, you are a talented wee sausage arent you. Do you do contract jobs, I have a blank canvas for you to work your magic on. You direct, I'll do the leg work, seeing how yours dont...
Thanks for sharing this.
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