PC Separation

I have PC separation issues. No, I'm not talking about politically correct form of divorce but that I am having trouble accessing my PC. For those of you who read my other blog you'll know that I've recently changed bedrooms. My husband is now in my fomer bedroom. With my computer. I am having trouble accessing it when I have 'spare time' for blogging.

In between my household chores, bridge lessons, bridge homework, getting fresh air and exercise I used to grab spare moments to blog. I'd blog late into the night, early morning or, during my periodic luntatic spells when insomnia strikes, in the middle of the night.

It is not quite so easy now. Any spare time for blogging often coincides with my man's rest or sleep times. I have been puzzling over finding another nook or cranny into which I can move my PC desk. I've now identified a spot where, with a few moves of other items of furniture, I can make a new corner my PC's hot desk slot. It has the disadvantage that anyone calling at the front door will see me typing away. I will no longer be able to pretend I am up the back of the garden, far away from the sound of the doorbell. Never mind. At least I'll be able to sneak out during sleepless nights and type away to my hearts content.

All that I'm waiting for now is a strong pair of hands, some muscle and someone willing to carry that from here to there; then move that from there to here and then my PC desk can be wheeled into that gap there ... EASY. I let you know when it's done..

Good Reasons to Have Children

As I get older I often wish we had children. Grown adult children. Strapping boys able to help their old folk out with the tasks that are now too heavy for old muscles. I said this to my sister when she told me her youngest was cutting the grass. While she cleaned the back of the fridge that he'd just hauled out of it's slot in the kitchen. She told me it's "cheaper to hire in 2 young Polish men" when needed. I'm sure that if I'd had sons I would have loved them - regardless of the expense.

Knowing my luck we would probably have bred girls.

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Which wouldn't have necessarily been a bad thing.

My Thigh Bone's Connected to my ...

My thigh bone is connected to my hip bone which is connected to my back bone which is connected to ...

My' carpal tunnel syndrome' seems to originate from my shoulders and upper back. I think it maybe caused by strained muscles. I recently hauled some heavy furniture around. I know - I shouldn't do it. But I sometimes forget. I think In my mind I'm still young, fit and strong. It appears so easy - well relatively easy - its only that after a few days that the strained muscles start to react by which time I forget what I had been doing a few days previously. Once the pain returned to its original site Ii remembered while moving everything that I felt a slight pull and twist. So basically my problem isn't in my wrists - it's a back problem. I've slightly wrenched and twisted back muscles. I'm now stiff from pelvis to upper back. Which led to shoulder problem with pain which radiated down to my left hand. Once I started on the self massage and found all the sore spots I suddenly remembered what I had been doing! Next time I'll leave it to a strong man. That is If I can find one.

Rubber Necking

Oh - how blissful. I saw a massage therapist this morning. I was finding it more and more difficult to pull recalcitrant weeds and prune the apple trees. And I suffered whenever I had to apply a touch of elbow grease to polishing with my usual vim and vigour. The massage wasn't as painful as I was expecting. I was told I had over tight tense neck muscles that have shortened. So I have some neck exercises to do. It was really relaxing - I'm glad. I have been told off for carrying too much weight [not for being fat] but at any one time, when I'm shopping and gardening. I've been told that our muscles start to lose strength from the age of 40. So it's no wonder I've started to feel weak and wimpish lately. I'm inclined to carry on hauling, reaching, bending and pulling things around as I've always done and my body's beginning to protest. For half an hour of relaxation with just a few slight moments of bruising massage - all for £25 - I feel supple and wonderful. My neck feels as if it will turn around 360 degrees like an owl. I won't have to rely only on my wing mirrors to reverse. I'll be able to peek over my shoulder again. I will certainly return for another session. Now that I've bared my overweight body, I'll return. I may even attempt a session at hypnotherapy to see whether it will help get my weak-willpower up to full strength; to assist the dieting.

N.B : this is not quite what I expected to find when I went to look for a link to Elbow Grease. It doesn't matter how old you - I find I'm learning something new every day. I'd better be careful when and how I use the expression 'elbow grease' from now on.