Did anyone get the number of that truck?

Scott and I had a very good weekend, except for one thing, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

Saturday, we drove 2 and a half hours (each way) to meet with a woodworker to go over with him what Sandy and I are looking for.  I took several spindles, niddy-noddies in two sizes (2 yd. and a sampler one), as well as a few ideas.  Also, did anyone notice this month’s issue of Spin Off?  It’s all about spindles, so I used it to show him a Turkish spindle, different types of hooks and which ones I like best, and different spindles.  He took detailed measurements, pictures against a tape measure, and notes of what I am looking for.  You could see the cogs beginning to turn as he turned each piece over.  I could tell he was getting excited to see what he could make.  As the British would say, I am pretty chuffed at this.  I asked him for a half dozen or so spindles in the 1.1-1.4 ounce range before the next finer fair on October 25th & 26th.  He said no problem.

Yesterday, after a trip to the grocery store and to drop off some fabric for a friend, I came home and Scott and I worked in the yard for nearly 4 hours.  The weather was perfect for it and I not only got the entire acre and a half mowed (parts of which hadn’t been mowed in a month due to the rain and my teaching and work schedule), but I got several trees trimmed up as well.

When I am mowing, I hate having to duck under lower limbs and have them take my hat off my head (or try to since my new hat has a chin strap).  Also, I am tired of evergreen boughs smacking me in the face (and eyes).  So I got out my trusty saw and delimbed several trees and cut down two small trees that were growing where I didn’t want trees.  And that was my undoing.

I haven’t used my saw in a couple of years and my right arm was no longer toughened to it.  By the time I finished my shower, my right shoulder, upper arm and elbow were beginning to ache.  By bed time, they were hurting at a 12.5 on 10-point scale.  Two rounds of ibuprophen (one at 8:30 and another at 12:30), and ice under and on top of my shoulder barely made a dent, and I really didn’t sleep much until after 3:30 this morning.  Right now, it’s throbbing, but I have to work and teach today, so more ibuprophen.  It’s hard to ice it and sit at the front desk – not very professional looking.

So, let that be a lesson to me.  Either do less trees each time until I get toughened back up, or hand the saw to my strong husband and point at the limbs I want cut and I do the limb dragging rather than him.  It really sucks getting old.

One Response

  1. Sandy O' Says:

    You will learn to pace yourself! I learn the hard way that I can’t move heavy stuff by myself. My back was out for 3 weeks. But wait, YOU are not THAT old! Talk to me when the 60 rolls around.

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