Where's Waldina? I love this picture that was taken at the Port Gamble lighthouse; one of our favorite places to play. (Click on the picture, but swallow any foodstuff first; totally unintentional and I didn't notice it myself until I downloaded the pics and looked at them.)
Bremerton shows this weekend. I will begin the rituals tomorrow.
The leg building goes on, thank goodness. The sore spot over my fibula is beginning to really be a buggar. I am hoping that I can get through two ring times with the leg staying attached. I really need to call the former shop today and see if the new liner can be picked up without them starting a new leg. I so hate conflict and am afraid that this time it will be unavoidable. Yet I keep trying. Next week I should be testing the new design and the tweaking will begin. I am excited beyond words as I have been unable to even walk any distance in this one due to the sore and to the fact that the liner is tearing more by the minute.
New goal? Hopping through airport security with leg on Xray belt. I saw where it had been done, so now I will be doing the same next flight. When pushed for details I was told that he didn't ask; just took it off, plopped it on the belt and hopped through. Cool!! No wait for the woman security guard. No frisking. Much easier to take off the leg than to remove shoes. Security gets nervous if asked as they don't want the risk of falling. So the solution is to not ask. Why had I not thought of that myself? The new suspension will not leave a bolt dangling from the stump. There will be no metal on my body. Now I will have to hope that there will be no small dribbles to slip in. It should be fun. Oh these little things that give me a big thrill. You complete bodied folks have no idea the games we enjoy.
So a beautiful day is dawning. The pool remains green until I do a check for polliwogs. (A request from three adorable kids who would really love to try and grow a frog.) The courting outside my bedroom window continues each night. I hope that I can present the kids with a cool science project. If no baby frogs then perhaps an anatomy lesson? I must get these loud frogs out of my pool area. Last night I was praying to the Heron God to send a poor hungry bird to come feast. Wouldn't THAT set the dogs off big time?!!
Off I go. Toenails to grind (no, not mine) and a house to clean. I cannot find the spare room and it is needed in a couple of days.