Hit Me With Your Best Shot...

They're back on my needlework stand. I stitched a bit more on my fencing for the bluebird project yesterday. I also baked bread, so I sat at my hoop between proofing (30 minutes at a time).

By the end of the day, I'd added an inch or so of stitching to the bluebird project, plus baked four loaves of farmhouse sandwich bread, a half dozen hamburger buns, and a special small cheese loaf to go with our dinner last night. 

That cheese loaf is looking all gnarly because I should have put it into a larger dutch oven than the one I chose. In the end, I took it out of the pot and let it bake on the oven rack on parchment paper. The darker top is from the baked bits of cheese. It was perfect, even though it looked a bit odd.

I enjoyed that I got to bake and play a bit. Oh, and one other thing...Now don't holler at me, please. I know it was dumb. Believe me. 

Monday, Handsome and I mowed the lawn like we always do, but first, he wanted to remove the bucket and weight box from his tractor so he could move a newly-acquired blade attachment that was sitting right in the middle of the lawn by the Compass Barn. I'm usually the one who drives the tractor for attaching and detaching as I'm slightly more limber than Handsome and I can turn around easier to line up the gadgets with the hitch on the tractor.

Well, Monday, I was just a teeny bit off from being able to connect the blade, so I hopped (hopped. lol) off the tractor to see how far off I was. It was just an inch or so from hooking on so my "I can do this Amazon warrior spirit" took over. I first tried to scoot the blade just a bit - and it didn't budge. So, what did I do next? Yep. I turned my back to it, brought up my "BoB" leg and tried to push it. I heard something pop. In my head I may have uttered a swear word or three, because I didn't want Handsome to realize that I probably hurt myself. 

I got back on the tractor and realigned the hitch - perfectly this time - and we hooked the blade on so I could move it into the barn. From there, I just had to get off his tractor and walk over to get on mine. Yikes! It really hurt, and now Handsome knew it, too. He said I should go back into the house and he'd do the lawn, but I insisted on doing my share.

We finished the job in 1-1/2 hours, and then we went inside. He set up the ice machine, and I used it on my right knee for about a half hour. Then, he said we were going out to the drive-in for dinner so I wouldn't have to stand to make a meal for us. I was glad for the break.

I have physical therapy today. It's my second to last appointment with Jenna, and truthfully, I don't know how much I'll be able to do. I'm peeved that I did something without thinking. A year ago, it wouldn't have been a big deal. Now it is. I'm hoping Jenna can give me some tips to help that knee feel better. Funny. Since this happened, my "new" knee doesn't feel so bad! I guess it's all relative. I'm prepared to be chastised, not only by Jenna (Handsome already got in his 2¢ worth), but I'll be expecting a few of you to let me have it in the comment section. It's okay. I know I've asked for it this time. Believe me, nothing you will say can come close to the talking to I've been giving myself.

I really don't want to have a second new knee until next spring, so I'm just hoping I haven't forced that program before Christmas. I'm telling myself it's just a slight pull and I'll be fine in a few days. We'll see. 

I'm going to close for today. Now the ball's in your court. Fire away...