How did it happen you ask? Latish Wednesday afternoon I asked Phil to pop up to Godfreys re our vacuum cleaner. As Candy was out in the garden I asked Phil to close the gate after he'd driven out. I was sitting in the living room crocheting
and noticed he had driven off without shutting the gate. I had bare feet so quickly popped my crochet on to the table next to my chair and went into the bedroom to put on a pair of shoes.
I grabbed my stick and walked up and closed the gate. I've been feeling a tad livelier since my op and decided I'd sweep the front verandah. This usually means a few sweeps of the broom, a sit down and a few more sweeps but I eventually get it done. I then decided one of the chairs needed hosing down so did that as well and moved an old broken chair ready to be taken down the back yard. While still out there Phil arrived back so I opened the gate for him to drive in and closed it again as Candy was still outside.
Then I decided I'd hose part of the verandah down where I couldn't reach with the broom (no waste of water as the water runs into the garden) and we went into the house, had a cuppa and biscuit or two.
So, feeling proud of myself for having been able to do much more than usual, the day proceeded pretty much as usual until watching TV after dinner. I grabbed for my crochet but NO HOOK!! I searched through the box that held the finished squares, under the table and all round the area. I checked in the bedroom in case I'd had the hook in my hand when I went for my shoes. No sign of it. Yesterday Jenny (our cleaning lady) came and when I told her she also looked as she was cleaning but still no hook. Phil has moved both our chairs to no avail. That hook is obviously is in that wonderful place 'somewhere". ...and yes, I've searched down both sides of my armchair.
I knew I had a spare size 4.00 hook but as I'd not used it for many months (possibly years) it took me a full 24 hours to visually remember where I'd last seen it and lo and behold there it was. I resumed crocheting last night and can now continue to make the rugs I give to Vinnys each year to do with as they please. I don't mind if they give them to nursing homes or make a few dollars selling them. It's a very small contribution on my part but it makes me feel I'm doing a tiny bit of good. We also donate all unwanted clothing in good condition as well as a few household items we no longer need.
I know what I did outside has nothing to do with the lost hook but I just feel so pleased to have the energy to do a little more as for so long I seem to have been so weary. It will be a slow progress but not feeling so tired is a big bonus even if there are no other improvements for a while. I have no regrets about having had the parathyroid operation and it has healed so well and hardly any scar to speak of.
