Tuesday, 15 August 2017
When we moved here, this flower area was filled with 6 or 7 conifers, close on 14ft high, which we had removed. Three months on and we have a garden!
The small trees, shrubs and flowers we have planted, but the huge sunflowers are from the birds! I don't have to tell you that we sit out here as often as we can. It is beautiful.
Our next project is to have the rickety path re-laid and a summer house sited just beyond the swing seat, which we will have moved to the lower part of the garden which we are leaving as woodland.
Life has been hard this last week. I have had the dressings removed which was ok but oh so much pain. I have cried some days, because just moving my arm has been horrendous. But I have taken the tabs from the hospital that I had forgotten about and bliss, no pain. I only take them at night and morning, and they work, altho' DH and I spent an hour awake last night about 1:00am as he woke when I was struggling to get back into bed, so we lay there talking for a while. Then blissfully I drifted back off to sleep. It's a sun shiny day and I'm looking forward to sitting in our beautiful garden watching the birds on our feeders.
Thursday, 3 August 2017
Here I am 9 days after my op. and I am still useless. Yesterday, I tried to get a few things straight in the smallest bedroom so we can move things in there, while the cupboards are fitted in the back bedroom and today my arm has ached and ached. I am still not sleeping well and I can't keep to the SW food plan. I came out of hospital and after just four days I weighed 10 pounds more than when I went in!!. Was it the fish and chips and cream cakes, or the 5 course meals?? Nope because I hardly ate anything. On my op day I was out cold for 8 hours and the other days I either had soup or a piece of toast at meal times. But my legs are like tree trucks there are so swollen, why? It was my shoulder and arm that I had done not my legs. And to make things worse I just can't keep to the food plan. I am not eating huge amounts, and I don't drink alcohol or eat pounds of biscuits, just probably more than I need. It's the old adage I have to move more and eat less I know, so why can't I just do it. A few years ago I was in a stressful job and a bottle of wine each evening had become my 'out.' I decided I needed to change my life. Handed in my notice and stopped drinking, I didn't tail it off, just cold turkey stopped. How did I do that and why can't I follow a plan to reduce my weight? Anyone got any answers?
Friday, 21 July 2017
These black socks have caused me a lot of grief... they don't look very black photographed, but they are! I couldn't see the stitches by the light from lamps in the evenings. The leg section of one is just slightly longer than the other, because we were watching the latest's Jurassic Park film on Netflix and I hadn't realised how much I more had knitted until I had finished the heel and no way was I going to undo it!!
They are for DS's GF.. She suggested she'd like some for the boots she has to wear for work, but was horrified to see the brightly coloured ones I had knitted, and said she'd like black! I suppose I should knit her a second pair, I have the wool, but these were so horrible to knit, I don't think I can; I haven't liked knitting them at all!
And then because when you have loads to do, we are still unpacking and getting straight as well as doing the garden, we decided to do a jigsaw! Here it is, called The Potting Shed.
I will be crocheting my blanket, 'Sunshine and showers.'
A warm summer evening, fresh coffee and a chocolate mint choc, listening to music we love, just loving being together, smiling smugly at each other now and then, over Nell lying between us on the floor, just loving everything here. What could be better than that. My heart is hop skippity hop just thinking about it!