Ah, me. The hands situation is worse. I am very depressed. I made an appointment with an orthopedic doctor for April 27. In the meantime, I’m going to try to get a few more books put together this weekend to take with me when we go to the lake later this week, where I’ll try to bind them. I have lots of great ideas – this is such crappy timing for my hands to betray me now. The weather is beautiful and I want to make paper, dig in the garden, and weave and stitch. It is difficult for me to hold a needle, the mouse, or anything requiring a grip. My right hand will flat out go to sleep on me after about five minutes of stitching.
I did make a nice batch of paper last Sunday and so I’ll have some handmade paper to bind into books. I received my order from Daniel Smith of bookboard, watercolor paper, and Stonehenge paper, part of which is for my classes at Art & Soul coming up in a month.
I don’t know what to do with myself without the non-painless use of both hands. I am reading but I don’t care about watching much TV or movies. I need to have something to do with my hands. It’s one reason that I used to be a chain-smoker. If you hear screaming over this way, it is me going insane.
Okay, I’ll go plant some cotton and okra seeds now and get out to the studio and gazebo. By the way, Sandy’s doing great.