A few weeks ago my left leg started being sore around the knee area....above, below, inside. Well, darn, I thought, but didn't let it stop me from going out and about. One of those recent 'outs' was a trip down town and all was well although my leg was complaining mightily, something I was doing my best to ignore. On the way back to the car we were crossing the road in the middle of the main drag when suddenly my knee collapsed and I could go no further; fortunately I managed to stay upright although by now in more than a certain amount of pain. Well bugger, I thought. (And probably said too.) Eventually between us we managed to get me to a seat on the footpath....for my overseas friends, we don't have sidewalks in Australia, we have footpaths.....while Kevin brought the car closer. With the aid of one of the helpful pharmacy assistants and the wheely walker she brought out, I made it into the car and we drove home. The next day Kevin went to the op shop and bought a walking stick, something which has proven very handy, and an appointment with the physio a few days later has helped muchly too. Turns out that the meniscus in my left knee was playing up so some treatment and daily exercises have made it easier, with a return visit in another week to check its progress.
Look after your meniscus, folks. They really hurt if they aren't happy. Still, all is good.....nothing has fallen off, my leg is still intact, and I can get around without the stick now although it comes with me when we go out.
Best of all - this week is slightly milder, and we welcome the cooler temps. Some rain would be nice, though. We're even noticing a few leaves beginning to turn and others losing their bright summer green, looking slightly tired and faded. Days are getting noticeably shorter, too. Roll on, autumn!
With the slightly cooler temps my thoughts have turned to knitting once more, so last night stitches were cast on for the back of the next.....probably jumper, although it might yet turn out to be a cardy. Decision yet to be made.
This is my bewdiful yarn, bought last year. Every ball has the same colours, and the knitted examples on the Bendigo Woollen Mills website look very interesting.
Not much sewing has happened this week apart from a little hand piecing, and some more diamonds have been cut. Words have been read. Lots of notes have been plinked and sung as U3A ukulele returned on Thursday, and we have some new people too; we're quite a big group now. No hunting and gathering was needed - I couldn't have walked around the shops anyway - but we had food, so we haven't starved. We probably will if hunting and gathering isn't done within the next few days, but my leg should be fine by then.
Thirty years ago I worked for a time in a girls' school run by nuns, a couple of whom were inveterate knitters, and they told me about Bendigo yarn. In those pre-internet days one had to ring the mill store (an interstate phone call! how extravagant!!) and ask for a shade sample card which was duly sent, then one filled out the attached order form, returned it by post and eagerly awaited the arrival of one's lovely new yarn. The balls are quite large, so there are very few joins to be dealt with during the finishing process.
We have an outing planned for Wednesday, Kevin's birthday, as we will be driving to a pub half an hour out of town for lunch. It's a significant Big 0 birthday (mind you, at this age every birthday achieved is a significant milestone) so we would like to make it more special than a peanut butter sandwich at home. The trip will be long enough for a few rows of knitting, then our trip down south next month will make opportunities for much more so the new knit will be progressing nicely by the time we return home.
Continuing with Etiquette of Public Places, Conduct in Church:
"When the services are concluded, there should be no haste in crowding up the aisle, but the departure should be conducted quietly and decorously. When the vestibule is reached, it is allowable to change greetings with friends, but here there should be no loud talking or boisterous laughter. Neither should gentlemen congregate in knots in the vestibule or upon the steps of the church and compel ladies to run the gauntlet of their eyes and tongues."
Yes, indeed. There is no need to engage in unseemly sprinting to be the first out of the door after the service, and as for compelling ladies to run the gauntlet of eyes and tongues - well, shame on you for even thinking of it.
Enjoy your days!
Jennifer
knees - we don't realize how handy it is to bend them till they scream at us ... take care and heal my friend
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about your pain, but you sound optimistic about recovery. It is interesting how life can change in the blink of an eye.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading about the school you worked at with nuns and yarn. Yes, I remember ordering things on paper in the mail. The world has certainly changed so much.
At least you now know what was causing the problem. Having the cane is a comfort just in case. Gilles is using his cane more now and likes it. That wool is lovely and it will be nice to knit with.
ReplyDeleteThat's no good about your knee. Mick has trouble with his and ended up having minor surgery. Now, by taking care of it and using one of those support stocking thingys when doing anything strenuous it is going OK. I'm glad to hear that you can get around better now. That is a gorgeous coloured wool. I remember having the colour sample cards of Bendigo wool. Yes, I think a few of us think of yarn crafts as the cooler weather approaches.
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