A Social Day
A ten a.m. physical therapy appointment had me front and center. I do arrive a bit before hand. No way am I going to make someone wait for me that is doing well by me. The gristle in the neck is diminishing and that is evident by the fewer headaches I have been having. I do wear the neck brace every night. The first several nights, it didn’t make it until dawn. It was an acquired comfort apparatus to get used to. I am on a two week schedule with Mike. He agrees the neck brace, when worn, gives everything above it and everything below it a chance to resume some semblance of normality. During the day, I can feel when I need to fetch it and put it on. Before I go to bed, Dennis can fit it better than I can for the duration.
After PT, I headed to Mankato for my stitchers group. Weather had prevented our usual Monday. It is a breath of fresh air to chew the fat, as Dennis would say, with those of kindred spirit. I always come home with a fresh outlook on various aspects of stitching.
While I was at Baker’s Square with the gals I got a phone call. I need to be at the St. James Eagle’s Club at five tomorrow afternoon. Sharon, the longarm quilter from Sherburn is meeting some friends there for their bar menu. . . she has my quilt completed. Good grief, I only took it to her last Wednesday afternoon. Sharon thought it would save me a highway trip. I can just imagine the stools along the bar doing a 90 degree turn as the old ladies pull out a quilt. Too funny.
A mist is in the air and it’s dreary out. Looks to be the case all week. Better than snow shoveling.