Fore Armed

When I get to the end of the lane, I grab the edge of the pool (the edge is maybe 8" higher than the water surface so the reach is up) and pull my body into the side of the pool from which I then push off with my feet to go back up the lane. Yesterday morning while I was out and about, my right arm was really hurting. Not the elbow, this time but that section between the elbow and shoulder. As the day wore on the hurt went away. I don't know that the swimming action is the cause but this morning I tried very hard to use the right arm at the turns at all. I'm not sure it made any difference. The arm is sore again now. I can also feel the hurt part is being used when I type so maybe it wasn't swimming after all.

I feel like I never really got to sleep last night. I must have because I kept waking up. All night. However, my tracker says I slept better than the night before last when I never woke up at all. Something is off somewhere...

But, it doesn't matter. Nothing critical needs to happen today so if I get sleepy I'll sleep. If my arm hurts, I'll quit using it. It's all ok.

Zoey has not been eating much for the past few days. She has seemed a little down. I think she maybe had a bit of a bug. But, clearly she's on the mend. She's wolfing down breakfast like someone's going to take it from her if she doesn't. Or maybe she just likes the new food bowl I got her at Goodwill.

Lots of good sewing to do today.

Oh and here's a bear from last night.

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Continued

I found this looking for something else and it should have gone with yesterday's entry but ... too late so it goes here. I was adorable, right? Right.



My own real memories start in Kansas City. (The previous entry is stuff I was told.) We lived in a garden apartment in a lovely little complex. My sister and I had to share a room which was very annoying.

Kansas City was great for grandparents. My Mom's parents lived in Oklahoma City and my Dad's folks lived in Chafee, MO. This was long before interstate highways but each was about an 8 hour drive away. Way closer than ever before and we never lived that close again. We'd spend Thanksgiving with one and Christmas with the other and trade off every year. Plus Summers and other odd times. And they came to visit us. I was very lucky to have 3 fabulous grandparents and even lucky to have 1 not fabulous but kind of interesting grandparent. They deserve, and will get, their own entry. Soon.

I don't remember how long we lived that apartment but I think it was not long. And then we got a house and I got my own room (thankyoujesus) and we got a TV. I mean it was glory time. Across the street was a white house with a family who had two daughters (and other kids, too - they were Catholic) - one my age and one my sister's age and we were tight. We called them the Whitehouses (I'm pretty sure that was not their name). The daughter my age was Jenny Whitehouse. We were back and forth in each other's houses constantly.

One time, Mrs. Whitehouse had another baby. And she breast fed the baby. I was like 4 or 5 and absolutely fascinated. I went home and found a baby doll and proceeded to nurse. My mother had a fit. She really lost it. She said that I needed to stop immediately and never do that again and that it was a barbarian practise. But Mrs. Whitehouse does it! Well, she has a lot of babies and maybe they can't afford to buy milk. Funny now to think about it. But, really, after Mrs. Whitehouse, I never saw or heard of another mother breast feeding a baby until I was well out of college.

TV in the early days was interesting. In Kansas City, we had 2 channels, I think - maybe 3. There wasn't programming 24/7. Only about 8 hours a day. The rest of the time all you got was a test pattern. Some programs were 15 minutes long. The TV was in a large (like 3"x4"x5" wooden chest) and the set, itself, was tiny - like maybe 24" in diameter. Black and white only.

I also remember snow in Kansas City. A couple of times it snowed when Daddy was home and he took us to this gynormous hill with a Flexible Flyer sled. It was amazing and wonderful. My sister didn't like being cold and wet so mainly it was just me and Daddy flying down the hill. It was wonderful.

One memory I did find in an earlier journal was the Popsicle Incident.

The other major event that happened while we lived in Kansas City was my brother. I remember discussions with my Mom about her having a new baby. If it was a girl her name would be Patricia. I already had a sister and did not want another one. And then one day she left and only Daddy was there with us. I also remember going with him to see her. We were not allowed in the hospital, so we stood in the parking lot and she stood in her window about 5 or 6 floors up and waved at us.

And then they brought him home. It was a bright sunny day (in August) and they laid him out in the center of a gold satin blanket in the middle of the living room floor. He had on brown shorts and a yellow shirt and was all squiggly and squirmy and certainly not worth all the attention he was getting. I suggested that we didn't need him and they should just take him back. I was 4 and annoyed.

He was named after my father William Darnell Schubert, Jr. And my father very sternly informed us that we were NEVER to call him Billy or Willy or Will.

This is him a bit later... That's my maternal grandmother's arm and the Whitehouses' house in the background.



To Be Continued

Kind of an off day

My eyes itch, I have a dry cough, I'm sleepy and I just feel blah. Bitch, moan, bitch, moan. It's not fatal or even critical. Probably just too much of me anyway.

I did get the new purse finished and I like it a lot. It's a variation on the last one tweaked to make it better. Then I redid the pattern to incorporate the tweaks in case for when I want to make it again. I got the fireplace screen/coverup fixed and a doll made so not a terrible day, just not a great one.

Time now to veg out on some TV.