Yeah. Yay. Not broken.
Two bruised bones and a “very angry” nerve.
And hey! Only 6 days, a ton of x-rays, and a ct scan to find that out.
On the plus side, the orthopedist was hilarious and was nice enough to go with a removable brace instead of the cast that he wanted to put on it. 4 more weeks of brace, 6+ months for the pain to abate.
Good times…
I’m at home today. With what is probably a fractured wrist. I say “probably” because the doctor that did the initial xrays couldn’t tell if what he was seeing was new damage or old damage (there’s a lot of old damage in this wrist). So he says “we have to splint it and send you across town for a CAT scan”. Unfortunately, however, the damn insurance companies now require pre-approval for stuff like this, and that pre-approval will take 24+ hours to get.
This makes absolutely NO sense to me. At all. Send people with broken bones HOME? TO WAIT? So someone can process some fucking paperwork?!
Needless to say, I’m not enamored with this idiotic new policy.
GRRRR.
Seattle is, apparently, colder than Siberia at the moment.
And yeah. It’s getting old. Really, really old.
One should not, generally speaking, in this half of the world, be freezing one’s arse off at the bus stop, hunched down into a fleece under gore-tex jacket combo, in MID JUNE. Ferfuxake.
‘Course, then again, I get calls from folks I know all up and down the east coast, and they’re all dealing with temps over 100, so I guess it could be a LOT worse. At least I can put another layer on…
Bleh. I can has spring now? okthx.
HA! Here’s a new one for this blog… Pictures now, words later (probably).
O made bread. I made bread. These two are her loaves. Mine were ugly (but tasty). We ate an embarrassing amount of bread today.
Two pics of O making butter. It’s really hard to shake the jar when you’re laughing. Homemade butter is yummy, though. Three an a half loaves worth worth of yummy, apparently. I feel no shame.
Then we made goat cheese.
We also made mozzarella, but it was yummy, and there are no pictures to show for it.
Nihon Vogue sweater number… 5? I think? More pics of it in the gallery – click on the picture to go see the rest.
O got to go north to Lower Canadia with me a couple weeks back, and got to spend some quality time with Satan’s Handpuppet. Evil puppy is hard to photograph, as he never. stops. moving. ever.
All the pictures are like that – in focus kidlet, totally blurry evilpuppy.
Except this one, where he was going in for the NOM! on the camera:
Then there was some shoulder-surfing by Spike:
O also had a hat to show off (although she swears she made it AGES ago) – she spun it, she knit it (hell, she pulled the “pattern” outta her bum and made it up as she went along):
And, finally, more cherry blossoms, ‘cos they make me happy.
Haven’t felt much like blogging lately, not because there’s anything wrong, mind you, but because every time I’ve thought of something to write about, I’ve been hours away from a computer.
I do have pictures to post, and there has been progress on the Nihon Vogue stuff (and the WooBoo sweater? it’s perfect in every way. I love it. I wear it a LOT – the purple one, on the other hand, not so much. I will be unravelling that one, redoing the swatching and the math, and reknitting it. I love it, but I don’t love it in its current form).
In the mean time, go check out Critterboy in the news: Seattle PI article about the MSG150 (the three in the pic are his coworkers, who started the whole thing).
And then check out what some people are doing with their lunches: bento gallery (and great source for bento-style lunch boxes!)
And by “this” I mean:
a)driving to lower Canadia twice a month to torture my brain with Nihon Vogue knitting class (I’ve cried now, Lara. Your work here is done)
b)new contacts (I’ve cried now, Dr. Sugarpockets. Your work here is done) and
c)peanut butter ginger chews (I’ve cried now, Chimes. WTF were you people thinking?!)
Pictures forthcoming of NV project #? (3? 4? – round neck pullover), in which I’ve learned several important lessons: 4×4 rib is NOT my friend on any level, weird Japanese cables are NOT my friends, setting in sleeves with Jean’s (admittedly gorgeous) crochet chain technique is hateful (see “a” above) the first… oh, 6 times through or so, dark purple vaguely fuzzy yarn is NOT my friend when it comes to the aformentioned crochet chain technique (although I looooooove this yarn), and, um… I seem to be getting really, painfully nearsighted in my advancing years (see “b” above).
Oy.
Fifteen, indeed.
On this day, fifteen long years ago, the Booger came into the world, all tiny and toothless. Now she’s about as tall as I am, has outgrown my shoes, and has become a really wonderful person that I’m proud to know.
Happy birthday, Mouse Pie!
(this was taken last summer, I think, with my cell phone, while moving, on a road trip to Oregon, I think, and no, she’s not driving)
My friend Angela is getting a(nother) spinning wheel, this one from a maker I’d never heard of (Crisp).
So I googled, as I am wont to do when I need to find stuff like a picture of a Crisp spinning wheel.
This, mind you, is what Teh Google offered up as “helpful” suggestions as I started to type:
(Yeah, I clicked on it, ‘cos I had to know. It’s a WOW reference. So boring. So very, very boring.)
The Blue Moon Fiber Arts barn sale, to be specific. And a couple of random shots from the ferry, just for good measure.
The BMFA barn sale was held in, well, a barn. In Scappoose, Oregon. This place is actually a B&B, with a guest house (which we stayed in), the main house (where tasty breakfast was), and another giant-er guesthouse, plus the barn and some alpacas (llamas? I can’t remember, and I didn’t get any decent pictures of them). Most of these are from there, complete with the obligatory “box o’ stuff we came home with” shot, plus a couple of sunrises and a sunset, which go a long way towards explaining why I occasionally don’t hate my commute.
Thanks to all of you who sent me birthday wishes! This year is getting off to a crazy start already, so my email-returning has been a bit sporadic thus far, but I really really really really appreciated all the good wishes. It was definitely one of the best birthdays in the past many years.
Nihon Vogue is crankin’ right along, with one sweater of eight completely finished and pronounced “beautiful” by Jean, one torn out three times so far (yeah, so far – it may get ripped out once more before all is said and done), and one half finished. I have to have the half-finished one done, and the next one knit to the armpits by the 20th. Ipe! I’ll get pics of the first finished one posted ASAP (I’ll be handing that one off to its recipient Thursday, so I need to get cracking on the picture taking), and will try to get some progress shots of the next three while I’m at it.
Denver? It’s snowy, dontchaknow.
Driving to Denver over, say, CHRISTMAS, is… interesting. Also? Much less full of homeland “security”. Bonus points for that.
This is what most of our trip looked like:
Pretty, but cold. Very, very cold.
For those of you who always complain about the total dearth of pictures of yours truly, here’s not one, but TWO of the Booger and I freezing ourselves blue in front of a giant bear statue at the Natural History Museum in Denver (which is now called something else, but whatever):
and, last but not least, the ‘icy on the inside’ bit (no. don’t ask. and don’t tell me it’s on the wrong hand.)
And? Work just told me to go home, ‘cos it’s my birthday and my party is gettin’ started without me.
Go. Squee at the cuteness. Buy.
And? Bonus points for the instant-gratification factor. Patterns arrive in your inbox almost instantly. Yummeh!
Saw this on the blog of one of my most favoritest authors and decided to play along and see what it had to say about my brain.
Hmmm…. Guess that explains some things.
Mr. N (whom you have probably not previously heard of), responded with “I could have told you that”. Such a nice boy that one.
