Heartworm treatment completed.......Naya is very sore, those injections are deep muscle both hips.....on restricted exercise for ONE MONTH. So we are taking her out on a leash several times a day.
No running or activity that would increase her heart rate, it's very dangerous.
She was very subdued for a couple of days after she got home.....she reverted a bit, to the dog we got back in January. But now she's settled in once again, and hopefully, she will forget all about it soon.
Are we home yet???
She has slept a lot more than usual this week.
I have been working on the warp from hell. It happens.
These are towels, my last towel warp for this year.
I will have over 200, and I think it is plenty to last through summer shows, and the fall guild show.
To be honest, I have to limit how many towels I do a day. My right shoulder begins to talk to me, and it doesn't say nice things.
I feel especially bad for Naya, as the weather is finally beginning to look good, and she can't do anything.
This was my walk without her, and it felt mighty strange.
As many of you probably know, if you have painted your house in the last several years, the paint today does not last.
No lead in it, so it has no staying power.
I have painted this old house too many times already.
See how it peels???
Next post I will show you the improved version of this.
And what's a blog post without some food. I am still doing WW and noticing huge changes in my clothes. It is quite gratifying, I must say.
The trick to WW, in my opinion, is that it is slow and steady. You don't see wild fluctuations in your weight, but that's ok. I am learning not to eat indiscriminately, and I am eating when I am hungry, not for any other emotional reason. Since my head injury, I have gotten way too good at eating for comfort. I'm doing it differently now, and doing it one day at a time, which I am very good at.
Thanks, Al Anon.
This Puerto Rican Bean Salad is a keeper, 1 point per serving, and YUMMY.
Lois has finished one shawl off the hand dyed bamboo warp.
This is her next one.
And better than food, a sweet girl with a chicken.
The next morning after this visit, at home, she said to her mom (my youngest daughter): "I wish I could hold a chicken all day."
My heart can barely hold all this love.