Greenland Paddle-I want one

Omigosh-the kayak has spawned a whole plethora of new "things" that must be had. This whole rebuilding a life around things I can reasonably do is tough and expensive. I've decided the snakes are the perfect old lady pet-you really don't have to have good walking skills to handle a snake.

But the Scotty table beckons-when my parents come next weekend I'm going to ask them to help me take it out of the scotty and put on my back porch so I can begin the renovation. I'm going with the decopage idea someone posted on the forum-it will be fun and something that I can do sitting at the dining table on the back porch.

I've also got the tools to dig out my hay bails, but I am going to go through a week back at the office before I risk my shoulders on a weekend project. With age, sometimes comes wisdom.

Hittin the Wall

My body, about 7 pm last night, had enough and I have declared today putz around with no need to accomplish anything day. I did manage to drive my car (Yay) and get Uncle John his groceries, but that little spate of activity wore me out. John's new meds have made him more confused, and me, being me, can't give up. We have an appointment with the neurologist next week.

The kayak is resting comfortably on my spare bed-LOL. I wanted it in the house so I could at least look at it.

And YES, I can walk much better with the walking boot, and YES, YES, the surgeon didn't have to fuse my ankle-but I had completely forgotten how long the recovery process really is, and how tough it can be. And sometimes you just get tired of being brave and noble and perky. Even God took a day off now and then.

I've been thinking about plans I've seen for bunkbeds in Scotties, and thinking that that might be a good way of getting some more shelf space for gear like a lawn chair, a fan. Basically, a shelf would be a bunkbed without the mattress, and I even like the idea of a cargo net for doors.