What a weekend!

First, my MIL calls - her BIL had a sudden heart attack and died on Saturday, so they are now in Kentucky for the funeral today. *Then*, my dad called - he's down near Houston for a family reunion, and while there, his oldest brother had a heart attack and is in ICU (or was yesterday). *sigh*

And, no sign of the "friend" who wanted to borrow a costume.

Good news: The next warp is beamed and started. I have taken some pictures of the process, and will update the webpage later this week - doc appt today, so no time - with "how I do it" pictures.

I made 2 sleying errors, and 2 threading errors. Fixed the crossed threads....tried to ignore the sley error, but couldn't. Had to cut out 1" of weft to fix it. I cheated, though - I had skipped 2 dents completly, and instead of re-sleying all the warp to that point, I robbed a thread from a neighboring dent to fix it. Messes up the EPI a bit, but I was fed up at that point and didn't care. The new weaving looks good, so I think I'll just ignore it and proceed.

I didn't have quite enough yarn to make this warp symmetrical, so these towels will be for *me*. It's a learning experience anyway, so it's not a big deal; plus, I'll be more apt to actually *use* them since they're not going to be perfect.

Gotta go to the doc!

WTF?

Seriously - just got back from my wonderful doctor......and he now says, after 2 1/2 years, that I need physical therapy on my wrist. This, after 3 surgeries, 1 cyrogenic nerve block, 12 cortisone injections (2 in his office, 10 in the Pain Management clinic), all the while I'm, like, using my wrist and hand.....I say again What the Fuck?

This is beyond ridiculous. Way beyond. I gave up knitting for this? And curtailed my spinning and weaving?

So, now I get to try and schedule in PT 3 times a week, without losing hours at work (because, like, we don't get paid for time off, y'know), and still managing to take care of the kids (because, like, my husband is dead, so I can't get the deadbeat to watch the kids, and all my family are too far away), the horses, the dogs.........this is going to just not be so much fun.

*Sigh*....maybe I should just go work on my bush hog *while it's running*. That would definately take care of the constant pain I've been in for 2 1/2 years.

At least I get the satisfaction of telling the pain management doctor to fuck off...hey - gotta take your jollies where you can!

(and, an aside - I didn't know I had a pissed off dragon in my mood set!)