In these weeks post-op I’ve had some intermittent trouble with my hands being shaky. Something I’ve not had problems with before. It’s a strange side effect along with major heat intolerance that I hope will pass. So far, apart from the expected, these have been my only issues. I’ll accept them graciously. While I’ve opened myself up to a hell of a lot of hurt here by saying too much….
…On to more important things.
There hasn’t been much answer as to whether it’s my nerves, which have not so curiously been quiet lately, or just a temporary part of the deal when your body is invaded by tools and robots. Either way, they’ve suggested focusing on dexterity inside the periods of shakiness. There is no one I’d rather enlist as a helper than than my favorite little craft and game buddy. I bought my daughter a puzzle called Coggy last Christmas which she tried once and deemed it unmentionable for all time. And I admit I didn’t even pick it up myself until recently. It’s hard to manipulate but all in all pretty satisfying to lock down each puzzle. Her and I have been playing Dizios since she was two. We don’t keep score (cause that’s not our thing) but I highly recommend this one to those of you raising the more analytical sort. It plays different every time and I, personally, dig the groovy swirls. I’m getting there. My seahorses Vs. J’s Poppy (“Her dress is the wrong color!”)Pearly labor of love, and a snippet of about two thousand Opti-Art gems we made. (Glued down because rubber cement is Lyfe)This was a fun one for me because I wasn’t sure how it would turn out. We collected these rocks in Saginaw Bay last summer. They’re fairly specific to the area. Flat and black. Great skippers. We heated them in the oven and after I happily peeled a whole box of crayons, we melted them against the rocks. Then we got to cook the mother of all river rocks…The Potato Rock no longer resembles a big juicy Russet. Now we call it Woodstock ✌And always melt your leftovers into tiny crayon cupcakes! Because…Tiny. Duh. They aren’t all winners though…a little side note on the 4th of July. Historically, fireworks tend to aggravate her seizure activity. Even with her ears protected, the flashes and general excitement of a show has been bad news for her. And to me, close range fireworks sound like a metal hammer pounding the crap out of more metal…not pleasant or enjoyable in the least. Needless to say, this has never been a ‘yuge holiday for our family. The tradition has long been me lighting quiet ones in the yard during daylight hours. Or just a heap of rainbow smoke bombs. 🌈 One of my secret joys is seeing the new fireworks names each year and reading the goofy descriptions. There was a new one this year that, if lit properly, raises a little paper pagoda at the end. I suppose I didn’t align it with a steady enough hand and, flash forward, this poor tiny paper village watched the work of it’s ancestors go up in a blaze of shame. She looks at her tremor a little differently lately which has been the unexpected blessing in this. Instead of her being discouraged, it’s been a great excuse for us to come up with something on the fly that we can do to calm it. Both of us. With her boundless energy and enthusiasm, and me being a giant pushover, we help each other through our times of unsteadiness. We work together and get better together…And we quietly burn down sacred paper temples. Together.