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Friday, July 24th, 2015 10:35 pm
My left hand has been gradually becoming more insistant about the fact that it has a nerve entrapment. I want to say carpal tunnel syndrome because I had it before, and indeed had a release done on my right hand 37 years ago, but honestly it could easily be due to the mess in my neck vertebrae. This morning when I was sewing and I had to keep stopping and shaking out my hand and opening up my joints I decided it's gotten bad enough that I must address it this year if I can. So when I was doing my Week 5 checkup with the surgeon's PA, I mentioned it in passing as something I was going to need to deal with and he said "we do those too," which is a relief because I like these people and now I don't have to meet a new doctor. He was pretty sure we could get it done before the end of the year, which will mean that it will be free, because I'll hit my limit for the year on the first surgery.

Of course we need to have tests done to determine where the entrapment is. I'm hoping it's in the wrist because that is a simple, easy surgery with a great record. I know it's not the elbow because ulnar entrapments cause numbness on the little finger side instead of the thumb side. Andrew said neck entrapments cause numbness on the thumb side. I don't know what that surgery is like. Oh, and I haven't considered the shoulder joint: that can be the location of entrapments too. I hope not. Shoulders are complicated.

We didn't schedule the second knee today because the person who does that was out of the office, but when I told Andrew about my right leg buckling he agreed that it should be scheduled as fast as protocols and logistics allow. He thinks September, and maybe November for the other one. Then in January I'll be all fixed.

I also saw the physical therapist today and he had me do the stationary bike and a couple of resistance exercises with machines that have weights on them and also some stretches. At first I thought I couldn't do the bike--thought I had had a setback-but a minute and a half of pistoning back and forth as I warmed up and I was good to go for eight more minutes and my right leg didn't even complain, so I guess I'm closer to riding a real bike than I thought. I was thinking of going to dance class tonight just to say hello but I was too tired at the time. But my friend called from class and I got to touch base with her.

I also got prescriptions and groceries and I also had a bagel and also went to the fabric store where they were having a sale on rayons so I got a bunch of little pieces to make undershirts because I really love these little lightweight undershirts and I have given up on bras completely since the last time I wore one my breast swelled up and ached for days. And I finished my blue and white bandana border dress I made for my stepbrother's wedding. It's a wee bit dorky but I'm structurally a grandma and I get to wear wee-bit dorky clothes.  And then I was exhausted and I couldn't make jam even though I had a huge pot of plums picked from yesterday so I just cut them up and put them in the freezer so they won't rot between now and Sunday when I will have my first chance at doing it.

But tomorrow is the wedding and my hands are purple because while I bought gloves I forgot to wear them. So I have to soak and scrub them a lot beforehand.
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Saturday, March 10th, 2012 10:03 pm
So, is the story resolution that the love interests get it on together? Or that they declare their love for one another? Or that they declare their respect for each other?

Or is the story resolution that the main guy finds purpose in life?

Or that he finds identity?
Going to walk the dog now and then sleep. I can't make the ending any good till I know which questions are the ones that matter at the end.

Also, I can't keep my eyes open.

on another front, I went to a ridiculous wedding today. All weddings are ridiculous, but this one was fun at least and it took thirteen cakes.

Anybody want to read a nearly 14K story that wants to be a little bagatelle about a fellow finding himself in a not-Central European city?
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Friday, February 10th, 2012 09:08 pm
Here is a link to some of that hypnotic Hungarian string music.  The video is an hour and a half long.
edit: have another one -- a whole raft of violinists paying tribute to one who just died.  Catch the cute kid with a stick and pretend bow at the beginning.

On another front, I have total laryngitis -- no voice at all, and no real warning: I was suddenly hoarse in the afternoon yesterday, but not extremely, and then I woke up with nothing. I can't really work with no voice, so here I have been all day, messing around with an embarrassing little Sims project -- trying to make the art nouveaulicious build set not suck.  It is clearly not finished: the edges are much rougher than EA's artists usually do, and the texture is nothing at all.  Obviously, it was a concept sketch and when EA decided they were done with the SIms 2, they yanked the project away from the people who were working on it and slapped the thing on the store page and people paid good money for it.  It's promising.  I don't have the skills to smooth out the mesh but I can retexture the things so they actually look like more than a jigsaw stencil.  maybe.  If you could see my desktop now, you would see this garish rectangle of awkward swirls of lime green, magenta, periwinkle blue, red, and ashes of roses -- justfive colors that would be distinct enough that I could use the magic wand selection tool and always get the right field.  This is a template for a layer that will have different colors of inlaid woods or paints, depending.  I traced the general outline from the object texture, but that was not immediately successful as the original texture had very little actual molding or shading to it.  It was like a flat piece of plywood, really.  Which means that the swirlies I put into the texture will look like crap if I don't figure out how to sculpt it all.  I think I have a trick to do that, involving the find-edges thing and then using the edges to make highlights and shadows on a different layer from the color part of the texture. But I also think there will be a lot of intermediate stages of suck.
For one thing, I can't smooth the blobs of color for the template, so therefore the curves are really difficult and tend to be hideous.  And not in the good way. 

Another thing is that there are five pieces to this: one-tile door and arch, two-tile door and arch, and a one-tile window.  I have started with the one-tile door. They do not share a common texture, and the swrily bits behave differently on each piece, so they will be happy if they go together at all by the time they are finished.

Also, the young doctor's go-to-city-hall marriage has turned into a Disney princess wedding with oranges.  Prague has a way of doing that to you, I guess.  At least the young folk are having fun.
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Sunday, September 24th, 2006 08:57 pm
My friend Liz married her daughter off yesterday. Both the bride and groom have the surnamde Gutierrez, which is a convenience since they don't have to decide whether anybody's going to change their name. Both have Mexican fathers and other types of angloish mothers. So the ceremony was rigorously bilingual. They got an aunt of Donaji's and an uncle of Francisco's to officiate -- apparently nowadays you can get anybody made a deputy commissioner of the county for the purpose. I wish that had been the case when we were getting married! The uncle did his part in English and the aunt did her part in Spanish and there was a program which translated each into the other language.
They did sweet little speeches about how cool it was that they were getting married this way, and talked about how wonderful their names were, and they had one teenaged girl reading that piece from Corinthians about how "there's faith, and there's hope, and there's charity, but the greatest of these is love," and that's when I cried because the last time I heard that read ot loud in a public ceremony it was my mother-in-law's funeral. And then another teenaged girl read this entirely sexy bit from an Irish poet. The couple got bound together with a lasso of ti leaves and gardenias draped in a figure eight on them by their respective mothers, and they exchanged rings, and they had to be told to kiss.



There were cute little kids of various hues carrying ring pillows and baskets of rose petals, and there were cute little kids playing very nice Irish music, and a nice supper cooked by the culinary students at the community college (the venue is a nice house-like edifice owned by the college and rented out for stuff like this), and all in all, it was a proper wedding, not too long, not too complicated, with lots of fun details. Donaji is not a prima donna: she told her bridesmaids "get a nice green dress you'll want to wear later -- any color of green." Somehow they all ended up inthe exact same shade of sage green, each in a different and flattering dress.

And then, at the end, there was dancing to oldies, of course, and Donaji's mother and father -- divorced almost her whole life -- danced together and had fun. And that's worth recording!

on another front, I sent a piece about terraforming and too many lemons to Gastronomicon II. Flash fiction is actually kind of fun sometimes and I might write more of it, who knows?

on still another front but somewhat related, I don't quite understand these guidelines, but I have till February to figure them out.