Tuesday, June 23, 2009

whatever.

I have discovered that when you have a pool, you no longer wear clothes in the summer. You just roll out of bed into your bathing suit because you never know when you will have to urge to take a quick dip. Saves on the clothing budget.

So this morning I tossed on today's suit of choice, let the dogs out to potty, and proceeded to water all of the flowers that I just had to have... all the while trying not to imagine the cha ching of the water meter. The dogs and I came in, had a bite to eat, and proceeded to check our email when I realized that (gasp!), I have a physical therapy appointment this morning. As I jumped up to get some real clothes on, I remembered...

The kids have my car.

never mind.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Chemistry 101

I have a confession to make. I hated high school chemistry. I am not even sure that I passed that class. I remember nothing about it, except that the teacher was strange and there was a huge chart to memorize. You would think that that chart would have appealed to me. It didn't.



Now I have a pool and the joke's on me, people. Last week I put in a very expensive bottle of stain remover stuff. Last year I learned my lesson about that stain remover stuff here - http://http://eeyorescorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-i-did-not-pee-in-pool.html - if you have forgotten.

Anyhoo... I am now afraid to add anything to the pool too soon, because every time they try to explain the chemicals to me and how they interact with each other I go into some kind of trance. I see their lips moving, but all I hear is blah blah blah. See my problem?

Now the water has started to smell funny, and not in a haha sort of way. On a side note, I was complaining to hubby about the funny smell of the water and he almost drown getting a good whiff. Now THAT was funny in a haha sort of way:)

I sent Brian into the scary pool store with a water sample (one of theirs, this time:) so that they could test the water. Turns out that my stabilizer is a little low... okay, I have some of that. My ph is perfect... go me. And my chlorine is non existent... oops, gonna need some of that. Funny thing is, we just had a new chlorinator installed about 10 days or so ago. Now what. Brian dropped a chlorine tab into the skimmer for a quick fix, while I figure out how the chlorine is not getting to the pool. The dial is set full open; what could be wrong. I was laying in bed last night when I had a crazy idea... I wonder if the chlorinator is empty... checked in this morning.

yup.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

physical therapy for dummies

Okay. So I have this little hand thing going on. Apparently every visit to the therapist is going to be subject to my ever increasing co-pay. yippee. The first thing they want to know is, "are you doing your exercises?". I mumble something incoherent into my other hand... Then they ask, "are you wearing the brace we made for you?". More mumbling.

That's when the fun starts. They have been putting my hand into this strange little contraption that is full of corn husks. that's right. corn husks. It's kinda powdery, but it has the distinct smell of the silo that we used to play in when I was a kid.

Anyhow... they heat the corn husk stuff and blow it around inside the machine with my hand trapped inside. It's a good thing that my fingers aren't claustrophobic, like I am; because, I have to admit, it feels pretty good. But, I have to ask myself... who thinks this stuff up? I mean really; corn husks? It's kinda of like getting caught in a tornado in Iowa in July. only just my hand. weird.

Then there is the ultrasound. It is supposed to reduce the scar tissue which is making my mobility difficult. When I told Brian about it, he asked what my hand was "having".

Next crazy idea involves stretching out the damaged index finger. streeeetch. puuuuush. puuuull. beeeend. cuuuuuurl. ouuuuuuch. Then we exercise, bending and curling every imaginable direction. Yeah, pretty much everything that is uncomfortable to do. we do it. over and over again.

Then, she gets out the equipment. We start with a pair of stainless steel orbs about the size of ping pong balls and I have to roll them around and around in the palm of my hand. Then she got out a box of little fuzzy balls like your grandmother would use to make toilet paper doll covers and made me pick them up one at a time using my yucky finger, and tucking them in the palm of the yucky hand. Of course I had to make it challenging by pick up one color at a time. I'm weird like that.

Last but not least, she got out the "massager" which I have to say looks slightly inappropriate, to jangle my nerves into submission. She says that they have to be careful not to call it a vibrator because the men get all giggly. nuff said.

She did a bunch of measurements and said I was doing great. One more visit before my final visit with the doc, and we should be good to go. Now if I can just keep from closing this dead finger in a door or something, I should be in good shape.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

rambling nothingness

Two posts in one day. Don't YOU feel lucky:)

I cannot tell you how weird it feels to type with a numb finger and thumb. I swear if there was some way to type with a lisp, I would be doing it. thorry, I jutht crack mythelf up thometimeth.

Anyway... the thumb is not nearly as dead as the finger, but every time I hit the space bar it's like stomping your foot while its asleep. I'mthinkingabouttypinglikethisforawhile. I don't think that that will work. The finger is just dead weight. I am just dragging it around from key to key and bonking it on the letter, which is slowing down my incredible pace. oh well.

I was hoping to avoid physical therapy, but the doctor put the fear of God into me and, well; I caved. I went straight from his office to the perky devil woman down the hall. Heat therapy... ahh. followed by exercises. OW. Not exactly the spa, but if I can write my name when this is over, then it's all good.

By the way... and totally off the subject. While I have been convalescing, Bethany has gone from driving permit to full fledged licence. yay me. While it is convenient to have her able to drive herself back and forth to music lessons and to Sonic to get me a root beer float, somehow I missed the part where she will now no longer be home. and neither will my car. I think that they both still live here...

Now I have a 19 years old and a 16 year old, neither one of which who owns a car. Between Brian going back and forth to work and various activities and Bethany jetting about town to this and that I am literally stranded in my own home. I make the car note, and the insurance, and fill it with gas and I NEVER have a car. If I had a nickel for every time I have opened the door to leave, only to be faced with an empty carport... that pool would not be such a problem. I'm just saying.

All of that to say that there was actually a day when I told myself that I would not be of those parents who handicapped their children by providing their transportation. I wanted them to learn the lessons of self reliance and responsibility. whatever. I think that those parents may have known something that I had yet to learn.

Someday I might want to go somewhere.

For Sale

Inground swimming pool. Water is a little cloudy. Filtration cartridge case is in several pieces. Polaris pump will probably not last the season. Not really sure how to transport, but it will probably take a really big hitch.

just kidding. I can't sell the pool. I can't swim in it either. Oh well, maybe I will start a contest among my friends to find other uses for the hole in my back yard. Ooo Ooo... I could give away left over chemicals as prizes. Ooooor... maybe some of the cool pool toys that I have been stocking up on in anticipation of our summer. whatever.

I know. We could fill it with dirt and use it for a giant planter. or I could buy big fish to put in there and just let the algae grow. It would make a cool pond.

except for the slide going into it.