I think blogging about the weather is the dullest topic one can choose. It is only relevant to the neighborhood, and then only for a very short period of time. That being said, we just had a tornado warning here (WV), part of a fast moving storm front from the Ohio area. It livened things here up for a bit, but then we don't get tornados here, not in the last 35 years I can vouch for. Too many hills, no flat areas. Come to think of it, I don't know how to identify a tornado when the straight-line view is all trees to the horizon, which is close by with the hills. So far the power hasn't even flickered, so I came here to update the old blog. See, boring, right?
The cataract surgery has left me with skewed vision in my right eye. I have some close vision, which is good, but the distance vision (anything past arm's length) is very fuzzy. I am still using eyedrops, so maybe the visoin will continue to change, although it has been 8 days. I see the doctor next week.
I bid on an item on ebay but misread the description. So I had to go in and cancel the bid, something I have never done before. I thought I was bidding on a 10 quart stock pot, but instead it was an 8 quart one, which I already have. So dumb. I have been an active buyer on ebay since 1997, back when I had to explain what ebay was to skeptical friends. In all, I have had very few complaints over the years. A few unuseable items (like the artificial Christmas tree where the top and the bottom didn't match) but I figure that goes with the territory; I've bought things off-line, so to speak, that were a mistake, and just chalk it up to experience. Hope there isn't any more to this erroneous bid.
C is doing better with his pool therapy three times a week. (He fell and broke his tibia right behind his kneecap two months ago.) He comes home completely beat, but with better flexion. Still no weight bearing on that leg. He swings a mean crutch, I'll give him that. There was so much he helped us with, we really appreciate just how much he did now that the jobs fall to us (old people). The horses in particular. But even things like cleaning the gutters of leaves are a problem when the one on the ladder is in his 70s, and the one doing the ladder-holding is me, scared of heights.
I read a forum for knitters/crocheters and have watched in amazement one particular topic. The title of the thread is "hand washing knitted things" sounds peaceful enough, right? Well, about 10 comments in the fur started flying, over what hand-washing is, and who does what and why, and aren't my methods better than yours... and so on. The flaming is still going on, it is 26 pages long now, and the original post has long since been swept away in name-calling and ugliness. Boggles the mind. Some people need to get a life.
Bumper sticker of the day: "My people skills are just fine. It's my tolerance to idiots that needs work."