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A front came through last night, and gave us a nice 24 hours of steady, soft rain. Just what the garden needed. It also brought a 20 degree tempurature drop. I know “geez rootie you’re so whiny”. Yeah, your point?
The problem is, when we have weather changes like this my body goes into Barometer Mode, and several joints begin doing their WeatherGirl thing. Thus, I’m walking with a cane (again), avoiding the stairs (again) and strapping on the wrist brace( again). Call me Billie Idol. The wrist brace is this fierce contraption with straps and bands and metal bars. It’s awesome for cracking recalcitrant children over the head, or backhanding Danes. It has been opined by the younger members of the household that I should get spikes on it, because it’s black and fierce and I’d look Alternative.
Thats me, the Alternative Mom. The Mominator. yeah. Who drives a little blue bubble and reads psychology texts for fun
SD and I did an online chat for a bit, til he got me a phone number. He’s in England, enjoying the local fare of fish and chips, and mushy peas, which he highly approves of. Other than a Danish woman mumbling inprecations about Americans whilst parking her head in his lap, he’s had a pretty good trip. He’s blogging about it at Stay tuned for more.
I don’t have anything specific on my mind right now. It’s Sunday and I try not to think on Sunday.