Saturday, I was the energizer bunny – I unloaded 20 bales of hay into the barn, rearranged part of the barn to accommodate more hay to come, loaded up the truck for the first of several dump runs (it’s right down the street – why don’t I go more often?), and drove to Corvallis to get sack feed. At the current time, the sacks of feed are still in the truck.
When I got home, I hit the wall… big time.
Sunday was spent on pain meds and reading a book – so much for getting the turkeys moved! However, there is progress on their new pen:
Since then, Merlin has been more accepting of me coming up to him loose in the pasture and patting and petting him, and he even seeks me out for strokes. He’s still very much 9 going on 2 – and I will start him over in a logical, calm progression as soon as I’m mobile again.
And just because they’re cute, here’s an updated picture of the piggy girls:
See this post (link here) for the contrast in size…
Speaking of mobile – in 1 ½ weeks, I’ll have new knees. I know better than to listen to all the horror stories that people tell about what they’ve heard, but I want to be on my feet as quickly as possible, and I’ll do everything in my power to make that happen. I need to be able to drive back to work in about 3-4 weeks. I have the choice of the short (lots of bending to get in) automatic Volvo, or the tall (easier to get in and out) standard truck. Neither is great, but I’ll make it work.
I’m almost done with my dad’s sweater:
About 20 years ago, he and my mom were in Maine and bought enough Peace Fleece yarn for my mom to make a sweater. Over the years, she’s knit and ripped, knit and ripped, and never finished it. When my sister and I were going through all of her stuff after she passed last September, we found the balls of yarn and the ribbing. I told my dad I’d take it home and knit it. Well, as you can imagine, the yarn was toast. There were lots of places where it had been chewed completely through, and more that were only partially chewed. On top of that, the yarn was just plain awful to handle. So, I called my dad to get permission to chuck it and get new yarn. Permission was given – my sister bought the yarn and I have been knitting off and on since December. I found a pattern in an old Interweave Knits that was close to what I wanted, and with modifications, I was off and running. Since my Dad is coming up to stay with me, I wanted to have it done before he got here. Right now, as you can see, all I have left is to sew the right sleeve on, sew up the underarm seam, and put the buttons on.
YAY! I’m very proud of myself. The yarn is Knit Picks’, Wool of the Andes worsted in Arctic Pool Heather (the picture does not do it justice). I really like this yarn – I buy a lot of it to dye to sell, since it’s rather inexpensive. It has a really nice handle and their heather shades have a real depth to them. The buttons are hand-cast pewter from The Ram's Horn - they have beautiful stuff (link here).
Since I am not able to do everything I wanted, I’m scaling back my preparations. The turkey house is almost done, and with the installation of roosts, birds, food and water, I’m calling it good. I would like to get more feed stockpiled. The house is coming along, but needs more work. I’m getting there… Really!
5 comments:
I'm glad you're on the mend! The sweater is gorgeous, you should be proud! Love the buttons.
Great progress with Merlin. I reckon he figures you were trustworthy during a "scary" experience, and that makes you a friend. :)
It would be more of a horror story in my book to do your surgery twice! I bet it will be tough but getting it over in one shot seems the best to me.
Hang in there!
Great post - I love the buttons - Dad is going to love his sweater!! You forgot to mention that you did all that work with a gimp arm! Try not to me too much of a superwoman. It's okay to ask for help :-) Love you!
Whoops - I meant "be" too much . . . I'm still having issues typing with my gimp arm :-)
Love Knit Picks - love their needles. Just bought a set for Missy for her birthday. Yoo-hoo!! New knees - it's time.
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