Hip, hip oh well, physio, socks and reading

Recently I've had a bit of a thing with Hippolyta, or more likely adjacent muscles. I blame the many icy days I couldn't get out to walk, though I exercise indoors, and the temperature and humidity swings.  

I'll be seeing my rheumo soon but meanwhile I've been checking what to do.

I did a moderate level strength training yes2next video last evening, iced and even took ibuprofen, amazing, I never think of that. Result this morning not exciting.

So I remembered one of my favorite physios on YouTube, Will Harlow, and checked whether I have a touch of sciatica and if so what then. 

The exercises he suggested and demo'd were among the ones my own physio taught me during my recovery last year.  He'd noted I had a bit of a sciatic issue then, aside from the hip thing.

I like this guy a lot because his demos are excellent and he understands the difference it makes when you're older. 

So I did some of his suggestions, largely about strengthening muscle groups to relieve nerve and joint stress. So we'll see.

In other gripping news, I had a chat with Michael the Artist Contractor about my bathroom and it's definitely going to happen.

But first, he has to be in the South for a bit because his mother is going into heart surgery.  It's complicated and worrying and talking about her reminded me I don't have much to fuss about. 

He still doesn't have a vehicle, a bit of a problem for a contractor, but he's been making do. And he's getting his mother's old vehicle to drive home. She has a new one, so this works.  Anyway the bathroom will happen and it's not yet urgent. And he knows I'm still interested. 

Meanwhile, the spiral knitting is moving. It started as a little experiment, and now I think it may as well be another pair of socks, why not.  

One ball of yarn has made one pair and part of a second, so this second ball will be plenty. Maybe enough left over for a lanyard, too. 

I've been reading a genre I usually don't have much patience with, but this one works pretty well.

It's a mystery in the style of Austen, with characters from various Austen novels, a generation later, Darcy and Elizabeth's son and someone else's daughter are featured. There's also the Knightleys the Brandons and the Bertrams, all old married couples now, some with children, from various novels, in a country house party. Enter the villain Mr Wickham! Perfect arena for murder.  

It's quite well written by someone who knows her Austen and writes with restraint. Up to now, it's going well, aside from my wanting to poke everyone with a sharp stick to get on with it, do.

I just watched a YouTube video about meals the channeler made when they were broke. Several pretty much like my usual stuff. Hm. Except she buys at Wal***t and the dollar store. But I may swipe her baked pasta idea. 

Happy day everyone, swipe only the best. If you're going to commit a crime, do a worthwhile one.

 

Not sure we'll ever get the bloodstains out, but we're working on it.

Art will save us all

Here's a stitching made by someone, sorry I've misplaced the reference,  with a quotation from a brave writer 

Hessel should know. He spent years in a Nazi concentration camp and lived to write the tale.

An iPod-assisted  work, emailed from the only email iPod will load, sent to my preferred email account, then uploaded here, arriving out of breath, with a bit, not much, resolution lost.

But then, photography as art is about composition more than about image resolution.  Photography as recording and reporting needs great resolution. As does the photographer, come to think of it.

Physical therapy today, quite rigorous, along with discussions of art, high school soccer, resistance bands (the physical therapy kind!), obscure New Jersey towns, we roam all over. Emil believes in conversation while we work,  to keep the atmosphere light. 

Happy day everyone, I made the rest of that cookie dough into a batch, not the best recipe, though I improved it this time with some aqua faba. Edible.

Do good, enjoy your day 

Ted sez 

PT, Textiles and Tea, questions

This morning Gary rushed in with an orchid he rescued from his daughter, ready to toss it, would I take it? Not a big fan of orchids, but I didn't want it tossed.

A morning tracery of shadows on the fence, and inside, here she is, with her friends and, outside, the first daffodil in bloom, always that one.

 This afternoon brought a physical therapy session, very helpful, though not easy, and more useful suggestions about prep for the house and me for after the surgery. And how to resume post surgery therapy with Emil, which I would like to do rather than any other PT.

The exertion is the reason I fell asleep during Textiles and Tea, with Jon Riis, a wonderful tapestry artist who uses metallic threads and Swarovski crystals in his enormous works, some 5x10 feet.

He has spent time in India and China, and some of his slides are of Indian woven old and modern textiles, largely sari lengths.

The slide showing links is for cut and paste, because it's a picture of links rather than actual live links.

This was a great presentation, and the links are about works of his in museums.

I was interrupted in the middle, aside from falling asleep, by a questionnaire from the surgeon about how I'm doing.  Everything from mood to self care and movement ability.  No stone unturned.

Happy day, everyone, from a tired Boud doing all sorts of arrangements at once, it seems. Now I know why I'm tired -- turns out it's a symptom of my current situation. Doh!

Try to be wiser than your humble scribe. I don't think it will be hard!