Friday, February 16, 2018

Friday fragments

in which our plucky heroine struggles to shift focus...

Note to self: make certain burners on cooktop are turned off and cool before reaching across to deal with back of stove. Now I need to patch my bathrobe! Still, all is well that ends well, could have been much worse. Did I mention I hate my range... a gas stove is visibly either hot or off, an electric burner can be HOT without being visibly hot. Someday, if I am really really good, I will get a gas range for my birthday...

Dishes are washed by hand here, as the 1950's kitchen has no mechanical dishwasher. Rather than use a sponge, my preference has always been for using dishcloths, which can get changed out fresh every day (or more often if needs must). I had, for a while, been using ones hand knitted from cotton yarn, that I made during my recovery from surgery five years ago, but truly, I loathe knitting with cotton yarn, and as those were wearing out, I came up with an alternative...

The oldest towel in the linen cupboard was worn thin and soft, while still quite sound (unlike our plucky heroine, who, though soft and cuddly, is neither thin or quite sound) I decided that rather than spend hours and hours of unpleasant knitting to create useful kitchen helpers, that cutting up said towel and serging the edges would serve my purpose much better. It took less than an hour altogether to cut the towel into suitable squares and run them through the serger, and now I have many more good dishwashing cloths, and have given that at least fifty year old towel a second life...

Would that it were so simple to sort out health issues... two days ago I woke up with my right ankle screaming at me, for no reason I could discover. If acupuncture and massage doesn't shift the pain, I will have to make an appointment at the clinic to get seen by a medical practicioner, and get some idea of what is going on. There is no external indication of injury or inflammation that I can see. Sometimes it seems obvious why our lives are finite. Pain makes me tired and dysfunctional.

I have been trying to make my peace with my legs being out of warranty, ever since the brunch incident almost three years ago, when I tore the meniscus on my right knee, which eventually, while I cannot say it actually healed, did calm down. I have been dealing with my gorram left achilles tendon since summer 2016 which varies in pain but never actually stops hurting. To have both my legs yelling at me in entirely different types of pain with every step is akin to listening to dissonant sounds all day long and about as aggravating.

February SMART goals (x=extra)
1 Slavic scroll blank deck broken downcracked water barrel
2 another A/C sleeve dwarf pine plantedbag to Goodwill
3 grapefruit marmalade- landscape cloth
4 Seville marmalade - yard waste bin
5 new garden bed- -
6 blood orange marmalade x x
7 17 dishcloths x x
8 x x x
9 x x x
10 x x x
11 x x x
12 x x x
13 x x x
14 x x x
15 x x x


  1. Sorry you are hurting. Soft hugs.
    The dishcloths are a very practical use of the old towel.
    I also use dish cloths though I buy knitted ones at the supermarket and wash them in the washing machine.

  2. thanks for the hugs Ruthie! If I could get small dishcloths locally to purchase, I'd probably do that instead of DIY. These small serged former towel pieces are exactly the right size for washing up, and will, of course, get tossed into the washing machine after use... I usually hang them to dry out at the end of the day, and then leave them for the next wash load