well, that's something. dunno what, but something.
MRI results came in today. Nothing obviously wrong on the scan. Doc says "stay in the splint, see the specialist as scheduled. We'll figure it out." So far today, I have said "ow" three times, and all I have done is made breakfast, taken a shower, and gotten dressed. (OK, so the last two were done without the splint, but it's not supposed to hurt to get dressed, splint or not.) I cut up some sausage for dinner on Wednesday, and it hurt for the rest of the day.
Christmas was very quiet here. DB has a cold (on top of his mostly-healed extractions). J got an air horn for the motorcycle and spent the day putting it on. He was planning to get the drywall done on the basement stairwell this week (before he left for Isher), but see above. So my workroom is inaccessible, as the shelves that I'd put in front of the stairwell wall needed to be moved. (I put them there 15 years ago, when it became apparent that he wasn't going to get it finished any time "soon")
The Christmas Eve bell ringing went fairly well. I really dislike the pastor though -- I have occasionally said that I attend church in spite of doctrine, rather than because of it, and he's getting awfully close to making me say "you know, I'm done with this shit". There is a church-wide Special Assembly in February that will more than likely fracture the church, and I suspect that it will be the final straw. We shall see.
In procedural notes, they used battery operated candles for the candle-light portion of the service. la-a-me. More annoyingly, nobody checked whether the new candles fit into the pew end candle holders. They didn't -- too small, so the candles tilted alarmingly. I went through between services and put paper wedges into the worst offenders. (and then we cleared the chairs out of the overflow space, moved the bell tables and Sunday school furniture back, and locked the building. And people wonder why we don't show up very often.)
Christmas was very quiet here. DB has a cold (on top of his mostly-healed extractions). J got an air horn for the motorcycle and spent the day putting it on. He was planning to get the drywall done on the basement stairwell this week (before he left for Isher), but see above. So my workroom is inaccessible, as the shelves that I'd put in front of the stairwell wall needed to be moved. (I put them there 15 years ago, when it became apparent that he wasn't going to get it finished any time "soon")
The Christmas Eve bell ringing went fairly well. I really dislike the pastor though -- I have occasionally said that I attend church in spite of doctrine, rather than because of it, and he's getting awfully close to making me say "you know, I'm done with this shit". There is a church-wide Special Assembly in February that will more than likely fracture the church, and I suspect that it will be the final straw. We shall see.
In procedural notes, they used battery operated candles for the candle-light portion of the service. la-a-me. More annoyingly, nobody checked whether the new candles fit into the pew end candle holders. They didn't -- too small, so the candles tilted alarmingly. I went through between services and put paper wedges into the worst offenders. (and then we cleared the chairs out of the overflow space, moved the bell tables and Sunday school furniture back, and locked the building. And people wonder why we don't show up very often.)