I'm missing images for quite a few other favorite things from the past several months. These were all courtesy of Mr. Flower and therefore easy to steal. :-)
Showing posts with label Derby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Derby. Show all posts
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Just a few of my favorite things...
I'm missing images for quite a few other favorite things from the past several months. These were all courtesy of Mr. Flower and therefore easy to steal. :-)
Monday, 2 April 2012
My Little Derby Pony has arrived!
To say I'm excited about this little girl's arrival is a massive understatement. She's preceded by quite a few of Matthew Becker's other My Little Derby Ponies such as Sounds Like Magic, Malice In Chains, and Greatest Asset. Maybe sometime I'll sweet-talk Matt into letting me put the whole stable up on here? *hint, hint* What say ye, Matt?
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Derby daydream #563
I wish I could produce affordable clothing that actually fit a muscular/busty derby girl's body. Small-waist pants with plenty of room in the thighs and seat. Compression shorts that stay where they should and don't produce an awkward muffin top effect. Long shirts with a narrow waist and room for busts and shoulders. Sports bras that can hold their own while looking fabulous for the bustiest of ladies.
I don't want to produce just practice apparel, either. I want the full line-up. Athletic. Casual. Professional. Formal wear. Maternity. Petite. Tall. Plus. Trendy. Classical. Bold colors. Subdued effects. Laces and ruffles. Straight lines and simple curves.
I don't want to produce just practice apparel, either. I want the full line-up. Athletic. Casual. Professional. Formal wear. Maternity. Petite. Tall. Plus. Trendy. Classical. Bold colors. Subdued effects. Laces and ruffles. Straight lines and simple curves.
Friday, 23 March 2012
Disney World
This guy just makes me smile. (Those who are lucky enough to have met Wheels McCoy would probably smile too.)
Just got back from a work conference in Orlando on Wednesday. Delicate Hubby and I were able to go down a few days early and hit 3 of the 4 parks in Disney World. Animal Kingdom rocks, Epcot rocks and Magic Kingdom included WAAAY too many people in not enough space. I'll take waiting for the rhinos to move out of the road over cranky families, thank you very much!
This zebra was dubbed Lizy.
And here's Donny zebra.
I couldn't keep SCAR derby off my mind when Disney persisted in putting Magic all over everything!
Most people go to Disney World and see made-up characters represented by "crew members" in various costumes. I see characters from my real life represented in the art work for sale.
Next week is due to be super busy at work, home and derby. I'll let you know if I survive. Possibly even within the next three months.
Friday, 20 January 2012
Appreciating the past.
Ever felt like you were in too deep? Read this!
I love it when I finally master what I'd thought was impossible. I love it even more when I can inspire OTHERS to achieve THEIR impossibles. You see an amazing woman (or man) out on the track? Well, they were once fresh meat too.
When I don't think I can pick up my feet anymore (especially to jump, run, or juke one more time) the ONLY strategy I use is to visualize myself doing it. Sometimes it gets me through, sometimes it keeps me in the game until I can get help, and sometimes... sometimes I utterly fail. The only thing that really matters at that point is that I pushed myself further than I'd thought possible- both physically and mentally. Every path to success is littered with many failures. Every mountain has its ups and downs.
At this time of year six years ago, I didn't know if I'd ever be able to skate again. The same injury that took away my ability to put one skate in front of the other was the final straw that put me on academic probation, took away my voting privileges in my sorority and ultimately made me realize that I was fast becoming someone I really didn't want to be. I was extremely lucky and after years of work I was able to regain all that I'd lost. I set out to heal myself by teaching others and it made me become an even better skater and person than I'd ever been before.
There have been (and still are) many days where the only thing that I look forward to is getting my butt whooped by a bunch of girls. Or I'll set out to thoroughly whoop my own butt and someone else will force me to put a smile back on my face and a dance back in my body. Many days, fulfilling the needs of others is what satisfies my own needs.
Nowadays, some might just see a fast girl on skates. I see the faces and moments that brought that girl to the track; and keep her coming back. I feel the burn of screaming muscles, the ache of unhealed wounds, and an ever-burning drive to skate faster, smarter and longer. The desire to belong and feel wanted. I see a girl who fails in order to experience more in life than she'd ever dreamed was possible.
I love it when I finally master what I'd thought was impossible. I love it even more when I can inspire OTHERS to achieve THEIR impossibles. You see an amazing woman (or man) out on the track? Well, they were once fresh meat too.
When I don't think I can pick up my feet anymore (especially to jump, run, or juke one more time) the ONLY strategy I use is to visualize myself doing it. Sometimes it gets me through, sometimes it keeps me in the game until I can get help, and sometimes... sometimes I utterly fail. The only thing that really matters at that point is that I pushed myself further than I'd thought possible- both physically and mentally. Every path to success is littered with many failures. Every mountain has its ups and downs.
At this time of year six years ago, I didn't know if I'd ever be able to skate again. The same injury that took away my ability to put one skate in front of the other was the final straw that put me on academic probation, took away my voting privileges in my sorority and ultimately made me realize that I was fast becoming someone I really didn't want to be. I was extremely lucky and after years of work I was able to regain all that I'd lost. I set out to heal myself by teaching others and it made me become an even better skater and person than I'd ever been before.
There have been (and still are) many days where the only thing that I look forward to is getting my butt whooped by a bunch of girls. Or I'll set out to thoroughly whoop my own butt and someone else will force me to put a smile back on my face and a dance back in my body. Many days, fulfilling the needs of others is what satisfies my own needs.
Nowadays, some might just see a fast girl on skates. I see the faces and moments that brought that girl to the track; and keep her coming back. I feel the burn of screaming muscles, the ache of unhealed wounds, and an ever-burning drive to skate faster, smarter and longer. The desire to belong and feel wanted. I see a girl who fails in order to experience more in life than she'd ever dreamed was possible.
Monday, 9 January 2012
A whole line-up of jammers
After a solid weekend of derby and hockey, I *think* my legs might be justified in being sore for the next week or two. Okay, on to the exciting news.
The BC Rollers acquired their very own practice space last week! This is HUGE news for their league, as they had been commuting an hour each way to their former practice space. That translated to a 6-hour time commitment each practice for many skaters and they've been struggling to maintain membership. Growing the league's membership numbers was simply proving impossible due to such a large time commitment.
I was scheduled to coach Sunday's practice, so I had to get into the space ASAP to figure out what I really had to work with. Cleaning party Saturday AM? That's a GREAT time to see the space and get to see a few skaters at the same time. So that's where I was, bright and early on Saturday morning. I popped my freshly-washed bearings back into my wheels and away I went (with a very large cup of coffee in hand.) I took a few laps around the track to test the floor and soon wandered into the bathroom where the cleaning party was hard at work.
I got to know the hallway wall a bit more intimately than I wanted to when I discovered that there's a dip in the floor as you're coming out the bathroom. Remember that nice cup of coffee I had? Generally, doing a 180 while skating through the bathroom door and holding a conversation is something I'm perfectly comfortable with and able to accomplish without incident. Hitting that dip... well... I maintained my up-right position AND my hold on my coffee cup, but the wall behind me got splattered with flying coffee when I whacked my (still un-padded) elbow on the wall. *sigh*
The day's lone Junior derby skater arrived for practice not long after I had my little incident in the hallway. After cleaning up my mess, I joined in on the very first practice held in the new space. Dodgeball and floor hockey on roller skates? Fantastic. We eventually ended that practice with a sweep and partial mop of the floor. The official opinion of the junior skater is that mopping is fun when you're allowed to do it on roller skates. A drop-in visit from a CCR skater, then it was off to hockey practice for me.
Sunday brought more hockey and derby with an away hockey game and a (short) 2-hour practice for the BC Rollers. It was a particularly fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants practice with skaters of all experience levels out on the track and lots of excitement in the air due to being in the league's new home space. We even had the help of Rusty Nailher's four-legged companion, Cowboy, for tennis ball keep-away and obstacle avoidance practice. (I hope I didn't scare the fresh meat away with that one...)
The hockey game ended in a tie (2-2) despite our having a crazy number of shots on net. A fun thing with the team this year is that we've got four current/former derby players on the team. Usually I and another derby gal are both centers so that we're rarely on the same line-up together, but I'd requested to be wing for this particular game. I was paired up with one of the other derby gals as my wing partner and we were rotating three wing pairs and two centers through on the offensive line. Normally the other center and I "find" each other on the ice as we each skate backwards in a half-circle at a fairly decent speed and INTO each other. (Hence the reason for never putting us on the same line-up!) We've been working on staying out of each others' lane of travel for the past year or so and that effort finally seems to have paid off as we successfully completely the game without ANY collisions. Whoot!
Our three derby girls who were up on offense also happen to all be jammers. So roughly every other time my partner and I were skating, we had a full offensive line of roller derby jammers. Yeah jammer line! This made for some super-fun weaving, cycling and scrambling in front of the net as we all found each other with our passes and kept attacking the opposing team's goalie from all sides.
I *believe* my wing partner got both goals and I got one assist. I'm still not quite sure how the goalie managed to stop all the shots that were happening on the other lines, but somehow she pulled it off and kept the game to a tie. My hat's definitely off to her for that and to her teammates for tying us up in front.
I'm looking forward to this coming week's version of hockey and derby!
The BC Rollers acquired their very own practice space last week! This is HUGE news for their league, as they had been commuting an hour each way to their former practice space. That translated to a 6-hour time commitment each practice for many skaters and they've been struggling to maintain membership. Growing the league's membership numbers was simply proving impossible due to such a large time commitment.
I was scheduled to coach Sunday's practice, so I had to get into the space ASAP to figure out what I really had to work with. Cleaning party Saturday AM? That's a GREAT time to see the space and get to see a few skaters at the same time. So that's where I was, bright and early on Saturday morning. I popped my freshly-washed bearings back into my wheels and away I went (with a very large cup of coffee in hand.) I took a few laps around the track to test the floor and soon wandered into the bathroom where the cleaning party was hard at work.
I got to know the hallway wall a bit more intimately than I wanted to when I discovered that there's a dip in the floor as you're coming out the bathroom. Remember that nice cup of coffee I had? Generally, doing a 180 while skating through the bathroom door and holding a conversation is something I'm perfectly comfortable with and able to accomplish without incident. Hitting that dip... well... I maintained my up-right position AND my hold on my coffee cup, but the wall behind me got splattered with flying coffee when I whacked my (still un-padded) elbow on the wall. *sigh*
The day's lone Junior derby skater arrived for practice not long after I had my little incident in the hallway. After cleaning up my mess, I joined in on the very first practice held in the new space. Dodgeball and floor hockey on roller skates? Fantastic. We eventually ended that practice with a sweep and partial mop of the floor. The official opinion of the junior skater is that mopping is fun when you're allowed to do it on roller skates. A drop-in visit from a CCR skater, then it was off to hockey practice for me.
Sunday brought more hockey and derby with an away hockey game and a (short) 2-hour practice for the BC Rollers. It was a particularly fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants practice with skaters of all experience levels out on the track and lots of excitement in the air due to being in the league's new home space. We even had the help of Rusty Nailher's four-legged companion, Cowboy, for tennis ball keep-away and obstacle avoidance practice. (I hope I didn't scare the fresh meat away with that one...)
The hockey game ended in a tie (2-2) despite our having a crazy number of shots on net. A fun thing with the team this year is that we've got four current/former derby players on the team. Usually I and another derby gal are both centers so that we're rarely on the same line-up together, but I'd requested to be wing for this particular game. I was paired up with one of the other derby gals as my wing partner and we were rotating three wing pairs and two centers through on the offensive line. Normally the other center and I "find" each other on the ice as we each skate backwards in a half-circle at a fairly decent speed and INTO each other. (Hence the reason for never putting us on the same line-up!) We've been working on staying out of each others' lane of travel for the past year or so and that effort finally seems to have paid off as we successfully completely the game without ANY collisions. Whoot!
Our three derby girls who were up on offense also happen to all be jammers. So roughly every other time my partner and I were skating, we had a full offensive line of roller derby jammers. Yeah jammer line! This made for some super-fun weaving, cycling and scrambling in front of the net as we all found each other with our passes and kept attacking the opposing team's goalie from all sides.
I *believe* my wing partner got both goals and I got one assist. I'm still not quite sure how the goalie managed to stop all the shots that were happening on the other lines, but somehow she pulled it off and kept the game to a tie. My hat's definitely off to her for that and to her teammates for tying us up in front.
I'm looking forward to this coming week's version of hockey and derby!
Tuesday, 8 November 2011
This, that, and the other.
Well, Halloween blew by before I knew it.
I met my parents near the farm on the 29th and we went on to Pike where the RRRG Nurse Rachets were playing New Hampshire's Blazing Betties. The Betties drew from ~4 teams to make a 9(?) skater roster, including 3 skaters from BC Roller's Parlor City Tricks (I never did write about the State College bout, did I?). Delicate Mother and I NSO'd in the penalty box. Delicate Mother has NSO'd with me in the penalty box before, so she's a semi-old hand at it. (She heard Elvis Refley ask me if I'd NSO last summer at the first bout she came to and she promptly volunteered herself. Obviously, she had NO idea what was going on, so I told Elvis he had two NSO's if he could put us somewhere together. We've NSO'd in the penalty box together since then whenever possible.)
Each time I NSO in the box, I learn something new. This time, it was the importance of a well-marked penalty box. Each team ended up with jammers having to serve an extra minute due to leaving the box when they were told "stand" (rather than at the appropriate "done" cue). I'm pretty sure there's video of me yelling at one jammer (probably both, actually) to sit back down and that they'd just earned another minute of penalty time.
The video also includes a moment of roof footage. The penalty box was situated on an outside curve and I had the seat closest to the skaters, with Delicate Mother on the far side and the sound system beyond her. The pack was coming down the straight-away when I realized that there was a body sliding along the floor on the OUTSIDE of the track. The trajectory of the skater's slide included the front leg of the video tripod and ended with... me. Thankfully the videographer pulled the camera back just in time for Rusty Nailher (aka BC Roller's coach/captain) to slip under the leg of the tripod and then Rusty twisted so that she grabbed the penalty box chairs in front of me, almost face-planting herself on them in the process. A grin at me, and Rusty was gone.
Brain's gone zombie, so that's all for now!
I met my parents near the farm on the 29th and we went on to Pike where the RRRG Nurse Rachets were playing New Hampshire's Blazing Betties. The Betties drew from ~4 teams to make a 9(?) skater roster, including 3 skaters from BC Roller's Parlor City Tricks (I never did write about the State College bout, did I?). Delicate Mother and I NSO'd in the penalty box. Delicate Mother has NSO'd with me in the penalty box before, so she's a semi-old hand at it. (She heard Elvis Refley ask me if I'd NSO last summer at the first bout she came to and she promptly volunteered herself. Obviously, she had NO idea what was going on, so I told Elvis he had two NSO's if he could put us somewhere together. We've NSO'd in the penalty box together since then whenever possible.)
Each time I NSO in the box, I learn something new. This time, it was the importance of a well-marked penalty box. Each team ended up with jammers having to serve an extra minute due to leaving the box when they were told "stand" (rather than at the appropriate "done" cue). I'm pretty sure there's video of me yelling at one jammer (probably both, actually) to sit back down and that they'd just earned another minute of penalty time.
The video also includes a moment of roof footage. The penalty box was situated on an outside curve and I had the seat closest to the skaters, with Delicate Mother on the far side and the sound system beyond her. The pack was coming down the straight-away when I realized that there was a body sliding along the floor on the OUTSIDE of the track. The trajectory of the skater's slide included the front leg of the video tripod and ended with... me. Thankfully the videographer pulled the camera back just in time for Rusty Nailher (aka BC Roller's coach/captain) to slip under the leg of the tripod and then Rusty twisted so that she grabbed the penalty box chairs in front of me, almost face-planting herself on them in the process. A grin at me, and Rusty was gone.
Brain's gone zombie, so that's all for now!
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Mask photos!
Browsing dah interwebs this morning brought me to Jacob Cornelius's flickr page here where there are some awesome shots from the 9/10 Bluestockings vs CCR bout and Bluestockings vs Hudson Valley Horrors zomBsquad on 10/1.
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Rainbow Might makes the news! And shoe(laces)!
Keuka College produced an article on Rainbow Might, skater for the Ithaca Bluestockings. Pics are from the Bluestockings vs Royal Pains bout at Cass on 9/10/11. Article is here.
Ian's Shoelace Site for anyone who's having trouble figuring out their skate lacing.
Rusty NailHer and the rest of the Parlor City Tricks crew came up for scrimmage practice at Betty on Tuesday. Much fun, and my apologies to Elvis Refley for forcing slow derby on him!
It's probably a good thing Rusty NailHer brought my shirt to practice so I had time to take it in for Saturday's bout. Seam rippers + elastic = drastically altered shirt appearance. So much for just running a couple of seams down the sides! Now, to figure out my bottom half of my boutfit...
Ian's Shoelace Site for anyone who's having trouble figuring out their skate lacing.
Rusty NailHer and the rest of the Parlor City Tricks crew came up for scrimmage practice at Betty on Tuesday. Much fun, and my apologies to Elvis Refley for forcing slow derby on him!
It's probably a good thing Rusty NailHer brought my shirt to practice so I had time to take it in for Saturday's bout. Seam rippers + elastic = drastically altered shirt appearance. So much for just running a couple of seams down the sides! Now, to figure out my bottom half of my boutfit...
Monday, 17 October 2011
Travelin' gal
Guess who's playing this Saturday with the BC Rollers during their very first bout ever?! THIS KID!!
I'm super excited to get to see the BC gals again during scrimmage practice with CCR tomorrow night. The Bluestockings played against some of the BC skaters during the Oz Tournament in June. Unfortunately that bout ended in a forfeit after injuries and penalties shortened the bench to just 4 skaters. This new league still has a very short roster, so I'll be lending my skates to the cause as the BC Rollers face off against the State College Area Rollers' Happy Valley Dolls. Now that my muscles aren't screaming in agony after Thursday's endurance practice, I can look forward to jam, jam, jamming!!
Do you think my pink skirt will match this shirt?
I'm super excited to get to see the BC gals again during scrimmage practice with CCR tomorrow night. The Bluestockings played against some of the BC skaters during the Oz Tournament in June. Unfortunately that bout ended in a forfeit after injuries and penalties shortened the bench to just 4 skaters. This new league still has a very short roster, so I'll be lending my skates to the cause as the BC Rollers face off against the State College Area Rollers' Happy Valley Dolls. Now that my muscles aren't screaming in agony after Thursday's endurance practice, I can look forward to jam, jam, jamming!!
Do you think my pink skirt will match this shirt?
Monday, 10 October 2011
Sore muscles and fall chores
Saturday and Sunday both turned out a little more exciting than I'd planned. A little, not much. (Thankfully)
Saturday plan:
Rise early for chicken slaughtering @ friend's, taking 2 roosters along.
Meet husband/in-laws for lunch after finishing chicken processing.
Acupuncture appointment with the lovely Aileen Boyd.
Friends of the Library booksale.
Outdoor skate.
Bonfire.
Sunday plan:
Be lazy.
Actual Saturday events:
Late rise and departure for chicken slaughtering, taking all 3 known bantam roosters rather than the expected 2.
Constantly forgetting that the roosters were in a pet carrier in the back of the car made for some interesting moments when I realized that the thumping from the back was not my outdoor skates rolling around, but rather the birds re-settling themselves. They did not crow at all for the first 40 minutes of the trip, so that made it easy to forget they were there. When the crowing started up it was much more difficult to forget! It's a tad bit heart-stopping to suddenly have a rooster go into full crow in an enclosed space, especially after complete silence.
My late arrival meant that the chickens were not done before I had to leave for lunch. :-( All birds were fully plucked and ~1/3 bagged and cooling when I left.
Lunch concluded, I head on over for pokey fun. We decide that the sunshine is too precious to give up, so we set up outside on the porch. Sitting on a low stool with my knees soon full of needles, the sun and fresh air definitely feel good. After just two treatments, I'd lost the majority of the swelling and pain I've had for the past 8 years. I'd also regained much of the feeling I'd lost. I'll live with needles in weird places for a few minutes if it means I can finally be pain and swelling-free!
After the acupuncture appointment is done, I head on over to the Friends of the Library booksale. While completing a k-turn to park, I heard a very loud "CRUNCH" through the open window. Much swearing as I realize that I'd hit the front corner of a Subaru with the rear corner of my car, setting the dogs off inside. I get out and examine both vehicles, finding minor scratches on their bumper and a dented panel or two on my car along with scratches. *sigh* Start to write a note when the owner shows up with his bag of books from the sale and I explain what had happened. We exchange contact info. Eventually I head on in to the sale.(The book sale has got to be one of the most dangerous places to park in town with so many cars navigating the narrow streets around the FOTL warehouse!)
Receive text from friend saying they're heading over to skate. I finish browsing the aisles and finally manage to drag myself away with two bags full of books and sewing patterns (Stuffed animals for the niece and nephew!!). I will have to return during bag days with specific titles/authors in mind or I'll never get out of there.
Gear up and start skating laps, adding people each lap. I quit three quarters of the way through the first "fast" lap when my body strongly protested the unusual treatment. (My muscles are STILL sore from Thursday's practice!)
Head up the hill to the bonfire. Stay much later than expected. Many kudos to the host and hostess for throwing a great shin-dig.
Sunday morning I sleep through all feline protests of starvation and neglect, along with the pitter-patter of the excited pup's claws on the hardwood floors as she goes through her morning routine. Porkchop is quiet in his pen along with Goat, Serif and Sloppy Joe. If there is a rooster remaining in the flock, he's keeping quiet. The hens are quiet as well.
Eventually I make movements that indicate life still exists and Delicate Hubby asks if I'm interested in going to a gun show with him. I say "Sure" and we start making our way over to the show. After much distracted navigation, I eventually lead him to the proper building.
It turns out to be a small show. A cheese seller there has blocks of bacon cheddar, so once the gun show exhausts my interest (all of ~10 minutes) I head out to the car with a pound of bacon-flavored cheese and settle in with my textbook. That soon becomes a FOTL booksale book, which rapidly engrosses me when I discover that a friend's family is featured.
Back home. I start cleaning up the garden. Take down net trellises and pull up T-posts. Move stepping-stones of rocks and boards to the edge of the garden. Cut dead growth and use it to cover the perennials. I have a head of cauliflower that survived the goat/sheep's "help" in the garden. It's the first respectably sized head of cauliflower I've ever managed to produce and somehow I never noticed it amongst the celery and kohlrabi. This follows cucumber and broccoli for "first" times producing a vegetable. Pulling the wooden posts out of the garden reminded me yet again of my community plot 2 years ago, the produce of which was gorgeously photographed by a house-bound (and threatening to go stir-crazy) Kataclysm. :-)
While I worked in the garden, Delicate Hubby finished putting up the siding on our 12 foot x 12 foot goat/chicken/potting barn. (With Goat's help, of course. When she's not on the deck checking for dropped apples from apple processing.) After he'd gone back and forth along the building several times, I pointed out the single egg that was laying directly in front of the goat's door and along the main pathway. It was cold, so not super-fresh. Somehow both Delicate Hubby and the livestock had managed to avoid stepping on it in their numerous travels back and forth along the path.
Delicate Hubby eventually started to herd the sheep and goats back into the pen from their supervised lawn grazing. Soon I hear a "HELP!!" coming from inside the barn. Lesson of the day: Don't get between Goat and her grain. She will suddenly grow three feet in order to reach it.
Saturday plan:
Rise early for chicken slaughtering @ friend's, taking 2 roosters along.
Meet husband/in-laws for lunch after finishing chicken processing.
Acupuncture appointment with the lovely Aileen Boyd.
Friends of the Library booksale.
Outdoor skate.
Bonfire.
Sunday plan:
Be lazy.
Actual Saturday events:
Late rise and departure for chicken slaughtering, taking all 3 known bantam roosters rather than the expected 2.
Constantly forgetting that the roosters were in a pet carrier in the back of the car made for some interesting moments when I realized that the thumping from the back was not my outdoor skates rolling around, but rather the birds re-settling themselves. They did not crow at all for the first 40 minutes of the trip, so that made it easy to forget they were there. When the crowing started up it was much more difficult to forget! It's a tad bit heart-stopping to suddenly have a rooster go into full crow in an enclosed space, especially after complete silence.
My late arrival meant that the chickens were not done before I had to leave for lunch. :-( All birds were fully plucked and ~1/3 bagged and cooling when I left.
Lunch concluded, I head on over for pokey fun. We decide that the sunshine is too precious to give up, so we set up outside on the porch. Sitting on a low stool with my knees soon full of needles, the sun and fresh air definitely feel good. After just two treatments, I'd lost the majority of the swelling and pain I've had for the past 8 years. I'd also regained much of the feeling I'd lost. I'll live with needles in weird places for a few minutes if it means I can finally be pain and swelling-free!
After the acupuncture appointment is done, I head on over to the Friends of the Library booksale. While completing a k-turn to park, I heard a very loud "CRUNCH" through the open window. Much swearing as I realize that I'd hit the front corner of a Subaru with the rear corner of my car, setting the dogs off inside. I get out and examine both vehicles, finding minor scratches on their bumper and a dented panel or two on my car along with scratches. *sigh* Start to write a note when the owner shows up with his bag of books from the sale and I explain what had happened. We exchange contact info. Eventually I head on in to the sale.(The book sale has got to be one of the most dangerous places to park in town with so many cars navigating the narrow streets around the FOTL warehouse!)
Receive text from friend saying they're heading over to skate. I finish browsing the aisles and finally manage to drag myself away with two bags full of books and sewing patterns (Stuffed animals for the niece and nephew!!). I will have to return during bag days with specific titles/authors in mind or I'll never get out of there.
Gear up and start skating laps, adding people each lap. I quit three quarters of the way through the first "fast" lap when my body strongly protested the unusual treatment. (My muscles are STILL sore from Thursday's practice!)
Head up the hill to the bonfire. Stay much later than expected. Many kudos to the host and hostess for throwing a great shin-dig.
Sunday morning I sleep through all feline protests of starvation and neglect, along with the pitter-patter of the excited pup's claws on the hardwood floors as she goes through her morning routine. Porkchop is quiet in his pen along with Goat, Serif and Sloppy Joe. If there is a rooster remaining in the flock, he's keeping quiet. The hens are quiet as well.
Eventually I make movements that indicate life still exists and Delicate Hubby asks if I'm interested in going to a gun show with him. I say "Sure" and we start making our way over to the show. After much distracted navigation, I eventually lead him to the proper building.
It turns out to be a small show. A cheese seller there has blocks of bacon cheddar, so once the gun show exhausts my interest (all of ~10 minutes) I head out to the car with a pound of bacon-flavored cheese and settle in with my textbook. That soon becomes a FOTL booksale book, which rapidly engrosses me when I discover that a friend's family is featured.
Back home. I start cleaning up the garden. Take down net trellises and pull up T-posts. Move stepping-stones of rocks and boards to the edge of the garden. Cut dead growth and use it to cover the perennials. I have a head of cauliflower that survived the goat/sheep's "help" in the garden. It's the first respectably sized head of cauliflower I've ever managed to produce and somehow I never noticed it amongst the celery and kohlrabi. This follows cucumber and broccoli for "first" times producing a vegetable. Pulling the wooden posts out of the garden reminded me yet again of my community plot 2 years ago, the produce of which was gorgeously photographed by a house-bound (and threatening to go stir-crazy) Kataclysm. :-)
While I worked in the garden, Delicate Hubby finished putting up the siding on our 12 foot x 12 foot goat/chicken/potting barn. (With Goat's help, of course. When she's not on the deck checking for dropped apples from apple processing.) After he'd gone back and forth along the building several times, I pointed out the single egg that was laying directly in front of the goat's door and along the main pathway. It was cold, so not super-fresh. Somehow both Delicate Hubby and the livestock had managed to avoid stepping on it in their numerous travels back and forth along the path.
Delicate Hubby eventually started to herd the sheep and goats back into the pen from their supervised lawn grazing. Soon I hear a "HELP!!" coming from inside the barn. Lesson of the day: Don't get between Goat and her grain. She will suddenly grow three feet in order to reach it.
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