Lately, it seems to take me more time to do less things, so there’s been less time for blogging. Dear Blog, I’m so sorry for neglecting you. If it makes you feel any better, Facebook is feeling neglected, too…
After I visited the neurologist, on last Tuesday, I began my ‘home physical therapy program’, on Friday. My friend, Diane, [who also suffers with back problems] loaned me this fantastic book entitled Treat Your Own Back. Diane had been given this book by her physical therapist. I’m currently doing the exercises in that book, and following the other advice given throughout the book, as well, such as correcting bad posture and using a lumbar support pillow when sitting. It’s a little too early to tell if the program is working, yet, but I’m hoping and praying it will. The book says it will take about two weeks to feel results. It takes that long to add all of the exercises to the sessions.
In other news, we finally discovered that the meter that’s been measuring the humidity underneath our house is wrong! We suspected this, after continued high readings, but actually confirmed it by testing with another meter. Our meter is ‘off’ by over 20%! Apparently our meter has a faulty sensor, but that’s actually good news for us. When we thought the humidity levels were at 97%, they were actually 75%, or so.
In other house news, the exterminator came back to do the 90 day check (it’s hard to believe 90 days has already passed!) on the termite traps he’d set around the perimeter of our house. Two of the twelve traps had signs of termite activity. He baited them with poison, which the termites will carry back to their colonies. I’m so glad we had this baiting system installed, in addition to having our house treated underneath. It would be great to cut the little buggers off before they actually reach our house, since we apparently are living in termite territory.
termite bait system
Ed and I took our weekly shopping trip, on Thursday, and ended up bringing home more than groceries. We ended up purchasing a new chair for me. Every since I developed sciatica, I have trouble finding a comfortable place to sit. I avoid our reclining sofas like the plague! I borrowed a chair from Ed’s mom’s house, which worked for a while, but soon became uncomfortable, as well. I needed something firm! I found a small glider rocker/recliner at Big Lots that seems to meet my needs. The chair is small, about the size of a computer chair, and has memory foam in the seat. So far, so good. The chair doesn’t match a thing in the living room, but who cares? I have a chair I can sit in (for short periods of time) without so much discomfort! We had a time fitting that chair and the ottoman in the PT Cruiser, but we did it. I [still] love that car, and I love my new chair, too!
Ed boiled some of his ‘home grown’ peanuts and grilled hamburgers and hot dogs on Friday night. All of our grown off spring and their families gathered with us to ‘kick start’ the weekend. I served hot fudge cake for dessert which everyone seemed to enjoy. It’s so nice to finally be able to get the entire family together again, without waiting for a holiday or special occasion. At times like these, I wish we’d built our house just a little larger though. Twelve of us pretty much fill up the kitchen space, and mine is a lot larger than most.
Ed and I ran away to St. Simon’s Island, again, on Sunday. The trip wasn’t planned, but the weather finally gave us a break from the oppressive heat and humidity, so we took advantage of it! This time, we packed a picnic lunch, so we didn’t have to buy a thing except enough gas to get us back home. We discovered it doesn’t matter what you’re eating, it tastes better beside the ocean, and, best of all, we only spent about twenty dollars! It felt so good to get away–and the view wasn’t half bad either…
The two ‘oldest girls’, aka known as my little red hens, have forgotten where they are supposed to lay their eggs, again. Their latest nesting spot has been under our car port (in addition to underneath Ed’s lawnmower). As a result of this, ‘the girls’ are spending mornings in their coop, which they are not too happy about! One of them fusses and makes a noise similar to a child crying. I refer to this noise as “chicken crying”. Every now and then they just need a reminder of where “home” is… The other day, I found an egg beside a tree in our yard!
My back is telling me it’s time to get up and stretch, and the breakfast dishes aren’t washing themselves either, so I should end this blog post. Have a great Monday, everyone!