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Musings on anything. |
Someone gave me a craft kit while I was in the hospital. I didn't open it, because I could see there were far too many parts to manage. Once home I took a look at it. I wasn't excited about it, but I knew I could handle it. So I have decided to think of it as recreational therapy. Granted I do not get very far before hand cramps set in. That's why I have abandoned cross-stitch, crocheting, and embroidery. I can't hold a paperback book for long before the hands give me the devil. It is unrelated to other health problems. It's not muscles or joints, just nerves gone wild. Heat doesn't help, and Lord, no, I can't touch them or massage them without going through the roof with pain. So a little at a time, I am putting together what will be felt Christmas trees on wooden platforms. The instructions were a little hard to understand until I started doing them. I feel like a child or an invalid going through required course that is supposed to be good for me. The end result will look okay, not spectacular. I probably would not buy anything like them. I keep telling myself, I'm old now. I can do simple things like this and let friends and family pat me on the back. My hands are busy and my mind might be a little too free. |