For those who have known me for some time, you may have noticed that I have been unusually quiet. My dear husband won’t agree with that conclusion, so there must be another reason. I still have lots to say, but I’ve been hindered, so I’ll explain here and then put a link so that my friends (who don’t usually read Blogs) will be able to read this too.
Last February I had an accident when we were in California, and broke my right (and dominant) hand below three of my fingers. Knowing what I know now, I wish it would have been my wrist that was fractured, it would have healed much quicker. What I have is often referred to as a “boxer’s fracture” … and when I’m asked by a complete stranger what happened to my hand, I like to say “You should see the other guy!”
I still remind myself that there is always something to be thankful for … in this case, I could have fractured both hands in the fall. I’m thankful for the great care I received at the hospital; the elaborate splint they formed kept everything in line as we travelled home, and I didn’t need surgery or pins to realign the little bones. However, the occupational and physiotherapy has been intense. Two-hour sessions twice a week was an “experience” that I’m happy to say is now behind me. I am now allowed to have the splint off for periods of time and I’m learning to type with both hands. My therapists tell me that it is good exercise … I love them for saying that, because I am such a “computer nerd”!!!!
To explain about my husband’s winter project, the idea came when we visited a farm antique center in northern California. They were selling garden tool sheds that were made of old wood and looked like outhouses. Cute! When we arrived home, our septic system was frozen and we were without facilities for three days. When a friend commented, “Where is the ‘outhouse’ when we need it?” it started the project for my newly retired husband. Call it a ‘make work’ project. It is now the center of attention in our yard, but won’t be ‘functional’ unless absolutely necessary. We are now adding other items of “interest” … an owl decoy to discourage the crows in our area, a Sears catalogue, an enamel child’s potty, a lantern, and a bear trap. Oh … I almost forgot about the ‘fart machine’ … to add an element of surprise for those who dare to open the door to look inside. As you can tell, there are some people who never grow up!
So if you have heard rumors about me here on The Hill, you now know my story … and I’m sticking to it. Hope I’ve given you a chuckle!
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