If you know me, you know that I refer to my life as the Crazy Train. For some reason, the holidays always turn the train loose and it rages out of control. As an example, when my mother died she was buried on Memorial Day. My father died on New Year's Day. I have a whole lot more examples of many incidents and events that occurred in our family on a holiday.
Why should this weekend be any different?!?
We had the usual family drama but this is not about THAT.
Yesterday we went to the vet and Terry had an appointment to be fitted for new orthopedic shoes. We stopped and brought sandwiches home for lunch. I thought I would settle into a peaceful day. I signed up for Kathy Shaw's On Line Traditional Quilting Class. Time has blown by as I dealt with that dang arm sprain, tending to Junior, and other Crazy Train events.
I need to cut my quilt fabrics in 2-1/2 inch strips. I can see now why quilters like Jelly Rolls. No, it's not hard, but just sayin' it saves a step. Anyway as I was sorting fabric to press I heard Corey yelling from his room "Bamma Come Help Me!!" He was yelling REALLY loudly. When I got there, he had been adding water to a 150 gallon tank he has that houses a the Killer Fish.
As Corey was pouring a bucket of water into the tank, this stinking foot long catfish decided that he wanted to swim upstream in the water flowing from the bucket and landed on the floor. Now, I have to remind you that Corey is a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu cage fighter who takes a hit to the head and kick to the groin in stride. But if he sees a mouse or that stinking catfish on the floor he yells like a girl! lol. Bamma...STUPID BAMMA...to the rescue. I grabbed a rag from the laundry room and went to pick up the fish with it. That dang fish whipped around and jabbed me in my right had middle finger with his barb. Or maybe his fin got me. I don't know, but I am telling you that jab hurt more than any other pain I have ever experienced. I think even more than childbirth or a toothache but those memories may have dulled with time.
While Terry and Corey were trying to get that stinking fish off the floor and into the tank, I was laying on the bathroom floor crying like a baby and squeezing the first knuckle of my middle finger as tight as I could. Corey was so upset that I got hurt. Trusty Google told him to put my wound in the hottest water I could stand for 30 minutes. The pain should subside in 60 minutes. 60 FREAKING MINUTES!!! I asked him to be sure it wasn't poisonous because I felt hot and cold and wanted to pass out. No, not poisonous. There I went again. On the couch for a healing nap. This is getting old.
So much for cutting fabric. Yet another setback. Today my finger is swelled from the first knuckle to the tip and kind of numb on the print side. The very same knuckle that Terry smashed when he raised the window on it (power) 35 years ago.
Today is June 1. I WILL complete this quilting class. I will find time to stitch every single day. EVERY day. I will log on my daily planner when I do, because I am finding that by documenting things on my planner and using the daily pages as a journal really does work for me.
I JUST WANT THIS CRAZY TRAIN TO SLOW DOWN!!