I Have Short Arms
I sound like one of the prehistoric creatures, “I have short arms.” Not really. With the reverse shoulder surgeries I knew I would have some limitations in arm mobility. Initially, when an injury takes place, the lack of blood supply to individual nerves is a death knell. Nerves regenerate at such a minuet speed, it registers only on scales read by specialists. I was told the exact formula when I had the Nerve Reduction test done. As I was busy blinking away tears while having electrical charges applied in various areas of both my arms, I really wasn’t into listening to the logistics.

A wonderful way to get excess fabric out and away from the sewing machine.
Anyhow . . . I found this wonderful gadget for my sewing studio that allows the bulk of larger projects to be suspended, thus taking away the weight of it. I can lift my arms in front of me, but not with any effectiveness when there is any amount of weight or bulk to be moved. This gadget came in today’s mail. I sure could have used it several days ago when I was fighting a futile battle. I believe this will allow me to do larger projects with a whole lot less fatigue. I am all for that. I do not want to give up any part of my creative nature. If you look long enough and hard enough, someone out there has had the same situation and is willing to share their solutions. A clamp, a few mini bungee cords and two more clamps and I can see myself in business for a long time.
The limitations I may have are nothing compared to the pain that is gone from my day-to-day life.


Via my brother Michael, we have a new addition for the patio. Last Thursday Michael and JoAnn stopped in on their way to see their daughter, Michaela, farther down the pike. The power company that has lines on Michael’s farm has been replacing poles. Michael has been snagging some of those Cedar poles for projects. I am sure his sawmill, wood planer plus more tools than I can imagine went into this Moose that Michael brought for Dennis and me. Today was a perfect day to spend on the patio to sand this treasure. It did take a lot of sanding. Dennis and I worked on it for the majority of the day. This fellow will be rolled into the potting shed until we get Thompson Water Seal home to finish the project. JoAnn said she gave her Moose three coats. Sounds like good advice. We will enjoy him until this fall and then he will be shedded in the potting shed out of wet winter weather.