Patience

Dang, went to get my stitches out and he put in some new ones after some impromtu surgery on the incision. Just when I really thought I would be able to bathe it and use it and have a normal foot again.

So I will have to hobble some more. It wasn't what I was prepared for, but this has just been one surprising development after another and I'm used to that now. Unfortunately I keep over-reaching for my other suspended activities without planning to be disabled.

I can walk I guess. He wants it to bleed a little. I got one of those cloth shoes since I can't wear any of mine. Just add it to the list of things I had to buy that I didn't want to own. Glad I hung onto a cane and a scooter just in case. I suppose I will just keep the crutches since things have a way of running out of control periodically and you just never know.

Guess I shouldn't have ordered that pile of leaves from the city. They came while I was on jury duty, which sucked up what was supposed to be my production day this week, and then leaf-moving sucked up yesterday, which was also supposed to be for production, some of which I put off for today, but now I can't do it. And I can't move the rest of the leaves, which are slumpling into the storm drains and making puddles in the street. I tried to get them into the yard yesterday, but I can only do so much walking and hauling on a good day.

I did stop into the County Deeds and Records office on my lunch break from jury duty and found the old record books are still there to be perused, so I looked for my people and some of their early transactions. I did find one from Huddleston to Vaughan in 1888 which could be the land transfer I am looking for, but the record itself is on microfilm and I will have to get down there again to look at it and get a copy. It could just be the sale of some cows or something but it could also be the land I'm sitting on, so I am excited to go spend a day next week in the records office.

I also got a few more tiny pieces of information and made contact with a few people who might lead me to some information I want. This morning I crawled up into the attic again to measure the roof rafters more precisely and it looks like they are 3 3/4 inches by 1 5/8, not true dimensions but that's not necessarily conclusive. They could have been replaced or probably shrunk, and I don't know quite enough from just the few I can reach from the attic space I improved into storage. That will be something to find out more about. I did ask my neighbor, whose house was built in 1916, what the interior of his walls looks like, and he says he has just siding over studs with lath and plaster on the inside. No 1x12s like I have. That lends credence to my theory that this was an existing building that was re-sided with the clapboards that match the neighbors'.

Focus is on Holiday Market though and everything else is secondary, except I guess my foot which keeps vying for the primary position over my making-a-living efforts. Foot comes first today. Tomorrow is Friday and that means load-in, and that means pain. I'll just take it slow and do what I can. Nobody has it easy, and this is minor. 

Holiday Market in itself is going well, sales are fine and it is fun to be appreciated and have people hand me money. We will be settling in this weekend and maybe will stop peering over our glasses at each other and picking up on all the details that we usually are able to gloss over and ignore. There must be some kind of a joke about what you get when you put 300 craftspeople in a room together. Sometimes it isn't that funny, but we will all soon be too busy to look at anyone else's goods but our own.

Now I must go have tea with important Radar Angels where we will discuss plans for our 25th annual Jell-O Show. I'm stepping into a more Queenly role here and will actually take some responsibility for promotion and whatever. I might even do some thespianism (thespiantics?) and get myself onstage. That would really be surprising and unexpected.

Strange things do happen, all the time.