Scissory Causes Misery

The right hand is progressing well since the carpal tunnel has been fixed. I can now write six words in a row. Thank goodness by the time I get to the last one the Old-timer’s Disease kicks in so I can’t remember what I was writing anyway!

Made a gallant effort at creativity and paid for it. Started cutting out some shapes for a little project and now it hurts right up to my ow-bone. I should force myself to go do some other activity, like read a book. It isn’t that I don’t enjoy reading, because once I get into a good book, it’s pretty much a marathon until it’s finished. Right now, I have to urge to create and reading is more to do with someone else’s creativity, not my own. Writing (even a blog) is creative, so you’re stuck with me complaining, for the moment. The people I live with thank you for giving them a break!














I’m a pretty good patient – never cry or even whimper, just grit my teeth and say “OK, I’m ready”. The hanging around doing nothing afterward is what’s driving me bananas. You’d think they’d send me on a holiday to get rid of me for awhile. There was the two-hour respite when they sent me for a manicure and pedicure, the result of me complaining that I soon wouldn’t be able to get my shoes on. “Get me the clippers, I’ll do them for you.” “NO, you won’t!” The manicure was very enjoyable (I didn’t complain to her) and should last for a considerable time, since I’m not into the acrylic paint yet. Being an artist and a gardener – OK, a person who does gardening – rough, ink-stained and painty is more my style.














When I was a kid, my Dad would decide to drive home from a day in the city “down the Old Road”, the bumpy two lane highway full of potholes, that meandered through the wooded countryside. We didn’t go that way often, so everyone considered it a treat. He never failed to point out “The Fence Made Without Nails, Screws or Wire”. And there it was, again, in all its wondrous mystery as we whooshed by. Dad was a fast driver. Mom said we could put our arms out the windows and we’d attain liftoff like an airplane. No wire or nails or screws.

As we were driving past a split rail fence this week, undoubtedly made with nails, a light bulb went on: an ATC without scissors or knives or paintbrushes! I think I can do that!