Sweet As A Daisy...

I had all sorts of suggestions for my future spool animals, so I started Saturday night. Meet "Daisy the Skunk"!

I told this story on Facebook, but I want to share it here, too. When I was a preschooler, my Dad - who was also a college student/veteran with two daughters and a wife - owned a pet shop in Stevens Point. We had lots of fish in aquariums, budgies (like parakeets), and even a pet monkey. 

I've heard stories of how I fell into a salt water tank (right after a fish delivery, no less) and needed stitches above my eye. I also had to have my young stomach pumped because I'd eaten a container of water purification tablets (chlorine). Not too bright then, I guess. The monkey tried to pull out my mum's long hair in a fit of pique, and when someone asked me  what my name was and where I lived, I'd reply, "Donna Uby, Budgie Shop". (My maiden name was Newby, but hey. I was only about three.)

So, among other critters, Dad also had a de-scented skunk he named "Daisy". My grandparents lived on a the south side of Stevens Point, and I vividly remember our family visiting them with Daisy in tow. Somehow she got loose, so Dad went out looking for her. My grandparents lived near a dump, so naturally, Dad headed that way. 

When he saw Daisy, he was so happy. He ran up to her and scooped her up. Thing is...that wasn't Daisy. He got sprayed...a lot...and came back to the house, stinking to high heaven. Mum, my sister and I all squealed at the smell, and Grandma flatly refused to let him in the house to take a shower. She made him strip down outside and handed him a big container of tomato juice. I don't think we ever saw Daisy again, but Dad managed to get back into Grandma's graces after a tomato bath. This is my little tribute to Dad's little skunk...the one that didn't smell. 

I have more animals on my list now, but this is the only one I did this weekend. I also completed Bobbi's travel sewing case which shipped today, but I'm not going to share photographs of it until I know it's in her hands. (I sure hope she loves it!)

Sunday Scripture...

 

1 Samuel 16:7

I'm Still Here...

Daisies From Last Summer

I'm sorry for another tardy submission. Here's the skinny on my day yesterday. Let me begin by saying if anyone ever offers you a recreational "EMG", please feel free to turn it down. I'm glad I didn't do any internet research prior to the procedure, because it wasn't fun.

I'm not afraid of needles unless they're the huge, hollow type, so that wasn't the issue. The needles involved were comparable to those used in acupuncture - which I found helpful and quite enjoyed when we lived in Florida. However, they were soon attached to electrodes to ascertain whether or not I had nerve damage in my left knee. 

Each time the doctor engaged the electricity, I flopped around like a fish out of water. I tolerated that well until he got to the area where I injured myself. I ended up in tears. The great news is that there is no nerve damage. This doctor suspects soft tissue damage, which aligns with the orthopedic doctor's suspicion of a torn meniscus. That will be confirmed (or denied) when I have the MRI on the 10th.

Once it was all over, my dear husband helped me back into my sweats (I had to wear shorts for the procedure), and he took me home.

We walked in the back door to the farmhouse around 9:15 am, I took two (dr. approved) Tylenol; went upstair;, changed clothes and went to bed. I nearly instantly fell asleep and didn't move until around 1:30 pm. 

My gallant white knight stayed close while I showered, and then helped me put on my socks (I could handle the rest of my clothes), and I got dressed for my three-hour shift feeling 1000% better. He even made ham and eggs with toast for me so I'd have some nourishment before going to work. Two more Tylenol and it was off to the store.

He was there right on time to bring me home, and I had two fish dinners in tow so neither of us would need to cook. After dinner, I went back upstairs to bed, watched a little television and went to sleep. Just what this body needed after a strenuous appointment.

I'm feeling so much better today, so I'm not going to overdo anything. I'm planning to sit in the living room and make a few more spoolies. Your suggestions here and in the Brynwood Needleworks Facebook group have been written down, and I'll work through the list. I'll share my completed critters on Monday.

I hope you have a restful, peaceful, love-filled weekend. Of one thing I'm absolutely sure...Love is best shown when someone you care for needs it most. It's shown through unselfish acts of kindness and concern. How you treat them (or are treated) exemplifies the depth of affection. Handsome shows me every day just how much he loves me. I pray every day to be equal to it.

Thank you to everyone who left comments yesterday. You shared your concern for me, and I'm so grateful.

See you Monday!