Writer's Block, Sore Wrist, Polymer Clay, Glass, and Beads....That's a lot to talk about, or not!

Yes, I'm stuck.  I've been stuck for a few days, and, so far, there's been no relief.  Writer's Block.  I'm really stuck!

My wrist is still sore.  I have another doctor's appointment next week.  I just want this to get better.  It still hurts.  Ouch!  Like I said, I'm stuck here, too. 

Polymer clay is sitting around waiting to be made into something.  Problem is, even if I carry the clay in my clothing to soften, and I am very gentle when I work the clay, my wrist hurts.  It's very sore now.  I wish it weren't, but some days, you just have to do something.  Today was that day, but I think I'll be sorry tomorrow.

Glass:: I only wish I could turn a mandrel with my wrist.  No chance.  I am so sorry for that.  I love glass!  I want to melt glass.  Looks like it's going to be a while yet.

Beads:: I want to make beads.  Yes, this is a whine, and I would like some cheese with it.  Ouch!  My wrist hurts even as I type.  Ouch! 

Whine over.  What's new with you?

So, Here I am at 5:40 PM with the outside Temperature being 70 degrees, and I'm in bed with flannel PJ's on and covered up with a warm snuggly quilt...

Looks like I have a virus!
Thit!!!
I'll be back tomorrow, hopefully with less aching and no headache!
Thit!
And something a bit more interesting than a good, old fashioned
Whine!
Thit!
See you tomorrow.

My Winter whine

This is the time of year I am ready to scream. Cabin Fever, although I can move about freely, is starting to take it's toll. I. NEED. Spring! Help. Do you see the white in the street? That's ice. Do you see the white on the ground? That's snow. I. AM. So. Ready for spring!!!! Now, who's with me on this. Hey, where's that ground hog? Okay. I feel better now. Whine is over. Next time, we talk about beads!

Summer You Are a Heartless Wench!

It was another day of record breaking heat.  I know I will regret this when it's -40 degrees and snow up to my chest, but I am so tired of these HOT summer days. 

Whine!  Whine!  Whine!

I just don't do well in this extreme heat. 

Rant over.

It will be better tomorrow.  See you then when I am not a pile of sweat. 

Six Word Story Sunday - Whine

Whine


Sick of
Snow
Cold
Ice
WINTER!


As you know,
six words just isn't enough,
but for this whine,
almost.

I'm ready for Spring!!!!!

Spike's Movie

As I write this, I am tired. Spike woke me up at 4:10 AM because he loves me. For those of you who know me, you know I truly love this animal, except at 4:10 AM. Now, this video was shot while Spike was outside by his tree. I just wanted you to hear what I hear at 4:10 AM.