I spy

Weaving this afternoon, I glanced over at one of the cubbies and saw the missing bag of towel labels. I knew I had a partial bag on hand, but could not locate it in one of my feeble searches. This is good news; I only need to order cards now. I thought I would be ordering both, which is a pricey undertaking. Not to mention, I can never remember the name of my lable vendor.

Bending is a problem, which limited my search. It's also limited my weaving. One of my treadle pins worked loose and there is no longer any way I can repair that save getting on the floor. That is way outside my ability set. Fortunately one of the housekeeping staff got down and slipped it back in.

Weaving the other day, I noticed a nut on the floor. Spying around, I saw it is from the treadle assembly. Again, won't be me getting down there. Fortunately, Beth is coming next week and she already knows replacing the nut is on her list. Now to hope the bolt doesn't fall through, though at least it cannot go far; the floor will stop it. Then I will be responsible for tracking the washer. Oh, maintenance!

As for my personal maintenance status, the new strength of buprenorphine helps, though there is little doubt in my mind I will be asking for the next level at my next visit, early in August. It remains quite painful to stand up, like from the toilet, as well as any chair. Most of all, I hate pulling up pants; my arms ache. But, I will get to the other side of this. Hanging around is a pain.

Precious little is going on. Dog days of summer, you know. I hope you all are safe from the weather.

I do have occasional pleasure in seeing the granddaughters of one resident. The children visit once or twice a month, and stay for supper. I think it is a highlight of the week when they come, if for no more than their grandma.

The girls are what I always called Irish twins, though I think they are far from Irish. They were born in the same year, the requisite number of months apart.