Hey world, I’m baaaaack! New name, but the same old me. I forget if I remember when the last post of Angie’s Place was, but oh my, what a train wreck my life has been since early December. I fell. Big news there, huh? Only this time I didn’t hit my head. As my dear son is fond of telling me, if I would just hit my head I would be okay. But this time, no. I hit my left shoulder. And naturally it broke. So one joint replacement, and several weeks of fruitless frustration later, with the help of Kevin, from the WordPress team, and my grateful thanks to Mark B. who was able to get their attention, I got a new blog. Something seems wrong here. New shoulder, new blog. And both causing a pain in the butt.
I had several awards on the old blog, but this is the only one I will post here. And if Don’s offer is still open, I have found the angel picture I want to use for my own Angel Award. I actually photo-shopped the award, but when I tried to download it my computer said “sorry”. Wanted to kick the computer, but stopped short, remembering just in time that I had some minor surgery on my toe last week. An overlooked injury from the December fall sorta got infected. No sense of feeling in my feet, so didn’t notice it until it finally started to hurt. Now I’m hopping around on my left foot and trying to do things with my right arm. My inner ballerina only takes me so far before it stops completely, so I think I’m on pretty thin ice here. And falling has always been my best sport.
I did make a pretty good pizza one day. Used a tortilla for a crust, since I couldn’t exactly make a crust with one hand. Turns out it was one of the best pizzas of my career as home cook. While I usually just scrape the toppings off the crust because I’m not that crazy about the bread part, this one was nice and crispy. And used some of the veggies I dehydrated last summer as toppings.
Been working on another project also. Trying to knit socks. So far socks 4, Angie zip. Well, any of you want to try to knit a sock with only one hand? I thought I might make it one time, but then took a good look at the two inches I had done and saw holes big enough to drive a truck through. And this was a sock in progress, or lack thereof. It usually takes me a lot longer to wear holes like that in my socks, and the holes aren’t usually in the tops. I will make one though. And then I’ll make another one to match it — hopefully. I think somewhere I might have read that you should count the rows of stitches. Guess you’ve probably figured out I haven’t been doing that, mainly because I just remembered that I forgot it. Guess it doesn’t really matter yet though, since I’ve never exactly made it to the heel part where it would matter.
Weeel, therapy people start coming in a few minutes for more of their sadistic fun, so I’m outta here for now. Just happy to be back.