Thursday, June 5, 2014
Close to Nowhere
No, I don’t play tennis
• Last week at the dermatologist’s office, after listening to all the side effects, etc. of the latest treatments (which seem to be working), I told the doctor about my elbow pain. He immediately assured me that it was not a side effect but bursitis.
Then, he looked at me with a perfectly straight face and said, “Do you play tennis?”
I laughed out loud, right in his face. If you know me, you know without question that I do not play tennis. If you don’t know me, well, I can assure you that as an overplump, old arthritic lady, I do not play tennis.
But, it seems like I have tennis elbow. After a few minutes of discussion, it turns out that I don’t have tennis elbow, I have quilter’s elbow.
I’ve finished three full quilts for my graduating girls and have one more to go for my oldest granddaughter, who does not have a quilt yet, even though I’ve had the quilt top ready for several years.
I quilted all three of those quilts in about a week and a half. That’s a lot of heavy lifting with my left arm while my right arm holds the quilt at the needle.
Some of you might have noticed that I am addicted to quilting. Most of my quilts are lap size or wall hangings. Not a lot of weight to toss around. Apparently big quilts are not as easy. They are as much fun!
I’m trying very hard to help my elbow get better. Not only do I need to finish Mere’s quilt, I’m pretty sure I don’t ever want another shot in my elbow!
• Now on to a really nasty topic. Politics. Or political campaigns more accurately.
I live in the wilds and do not have cell service or DSL at my house. We have satellite for Internet and a land line for telephone service.
I am on every Do Not Call service I can find. I thought I had signed up with a political No Call list, but apparently, it didn’t work.
My phone rings during the day a lot now. Pop, whose health is not the best, stays in his recliner and doesn’t answer. If you want to reach Pop, you have to tell the answering machine — he’ll either pick up or call you back.
At night, it’s like Grand Central Station. Monday night prior to Tuesday’s election I had FIVE telephone calls from recordings telling me how wonderful their candidate is.
Just a note to any politician reading this — if you, or a recording, call me, you just lost my vote.
Advertise or come by my house personally. Maybe Pop will let you in...
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