My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I'm devoting this week to taking back control of my yard. I've spent hours each day mowing, trimming trees and shrubs, edging sidewalks and patios, and various and sundry things needed done to make my landscaping presentable. Sadly, the lack of rain and attention means my yard is also sort of crunchy now. All that … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Joints
Back before Christmas, I was crocheting a mermaid tail afghan as a present for my daughter. I was almost finished with it. I was at the fin part when I did something wonky to my hand. At first, I though I just twisted something with the way I was holding the yarn to keep the … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Whine
In my mind, I’m still young, still thin, and still agile. In my body, I’m feeling my age. The simple task of putting away dishes have my joints complaining. I can’t take stairs two at a time any longer, but instead have to pull my old bones up with help from handrails. I’m not reduced … Continue reading Take a seat
My hands are my work. I like to think of myself as a writer and photographer of some worth (I’m not fishing for compliments, I’m realistic about my level of talent). Without functional use of my hands, those two tasks become immeasurable difficult. A week before Christmas I started having ‘issues’ with my right hand. … Continue reading My hands are my work
Thin spiral notebook 