Here’s a puzzle for ya: when I wake up, or if I’m been sitting a long time and get up (like evening knittage time) I feel as if the bottom of my right heel has a huge bruise. I end up limping for several minutes, but then all returns to normal. Doesn’t matter if I’m barefoot or shod and I haven’t done anything of late to bruise the bottom of my foot. I intend to google the symptoms and maybe even consult my health professional, but I thought I’d try for a Mumper diagnosis first.
So, good morning! As I understand it, today is reassemble the bike day. All painting and polishing is done so I’m going to help my sweetie make the bike rideable again. Then I think he’ll be parking it back in the garage to finish the last bits - like installing the saddle bags after I finish lining them.
I was hoping to make stuffed cabbage today for tomorrow’s supper, but it might have to wait till tomorrow, depending on how long the bike takes. So we shall see.
It’s nice and cool out - in the 60s!! - with major hot and humid on the way. But we’re one day closer to autumn, so there’s that. And I still haven’t heard back from the chimney cleaner. I need to get that done before much longer. I guess I’ll switch from emails to phone calls.
Smokey demanded feeding about an hour ago. Just as she did at that hour yesterday. But yesterday I went back to sleep for a few hours, and when I got up, she demanded to be fed again. I refused. So today I didn’t go back to sleep. I’ll just sit here nodding off all day. That’ll show her.
Plantar Fasiitis.
Luckily for you stretching it will help it go away.
However, the variant found in plants usually requires amputation…at the neck! :eek:
I has a :(; the fair ran out of waffles & ice cream before I could get over to them last night. There’s nothing better than an ‘ice cream sam’mich’ where the ice cream is starting to melt from the heat of the freshly made waffle!
Had to settle for the roasted corn on the cob instead, slathered in butter & cajun seasoning. It’s good, but it’s not waffles & ice cream sam’mich. Now I gotta wait until next year as the fair is over. (Luckily I got one on Fri eve.)
It’s the law throughout the South: People who add sugar to grits or cornbread shall be executed on sight. No judge nor jury are required since these are people who need killin’ as they say in Texas.
I finally got enough sleep for the first time in two weeks. I didn’t get up this morning until 8:30!:eek::eek::eek:
Plans for the day include worrying about my African violet. It caught a pest from my spider plant (which has been exiled outside for the time being). According to the Internet, the best treatment for that particular infestation was to paint the whit fuzzy spots with rubbing alcohol, which I did. There are no more fuzzy spots, but all the leaves on the plant are standing up. I hope they’ll lay back down in a few days, but I’m going to give it a touch of compost to help it out. This is the striped violet I started from a cutting from my dad’s started-from-seed plant, so I really want to keep it going.
Howdy Y’all! Home from deheathenization and brunch. I forgot to mention but I also had ush duty. The service this mornin’ was YP’s first Sunday back from his sabbatical so we had a large crowd for us. Brunch was good as usual. There was plenty of foodstuffs.
It’s been a little bit rainy out and I hope we get more. Rain on a lazy Sunday afternoon is a good thing.
Nettie I first read that as “deheatenatin’ laundry.” I have threatened to call in a Priest on laundry day from time to time.
Pickling is done. Between last week’s maters and this week’s pickles, I’ve used up my entire inventory of jars, save for the jams, which I’ve never used for jam.
The saddlebags are done. You can’t tell from the pic, but the thread is green. And you can tell that the bottom isn’t done - we’ve got to make panels to be set inside, and the panels will be covered in the same quilted fabric.
We just finished building a new wood rack and loading it with some firewood. We’re going to need another rack, I fear. A cord is a LOT of wood. But for now, we’re done. Chillage shall ensue.
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Reminds me of a sister of mine…
