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Oct. 13th, 2005 08:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
essayelFirst of all many thanks to people who expressed their sympathy on my last post. I was most touched and not a little surprised.
Snapeclone went and had his stitches out last Friday and now has the use of his hand again. His index finger is still a little emphatic and has looks that might have inspired Mary Shelley but he should regain the use of it.
It's quite an impressive tally for a moment's inattention - two cut ligaments, a nick in the tendon and a nice groove in the bone. He has been given exercises to do, which apparently hurt like nobody's business but should give him his bear trap grip back. Best of all he can drive so, after having his stitches out, he mugged me for my car keys and drove us into Cardiff to deliver the 40 belaying pins to the 'Cymru'.
Oh my, that's a pretty ship. Tiny - but very pretty and beautifully fitted out. It's being funded by the same organisation who fund the HMS Pickle replica that is so busy with Trafalgar celebrations this month. Naturally money is tight - hence the yelp for volunteers to donate time, skill and materials. Incidentally, anyone who happens to have 12 metres of 28mm polyester rope going spare would be loved to bits if they could donate it. Otherwise they'll have to buy a whole coil. The figurehead, a morose looking female in medieval garb, is going to be replaced by a nice red dragon but they are still negotiating about whether it will be a snarling truculent one or a peacefully beaming one. Personally I find the idea of a smilie dragon too Disney to contemplate but I suppose political correctness may prevail.
In other news - the dog, he no longer qualifies as a puppy because he's HUUUUGE, continues to get into trouble. His tally just this week includes knocking a bottle of syrup all over the kitchen floor [which despite many washes continues to make soft sucking noises when one walks on it], making a lightning attack upon my evening meal [curry everywhere!], stealing and chewing a box of Swan Vestas [luckily they got too drooly to ignite] AND catching a box of Levothyroxine tablets when they fell out of the cupboard and chewing the packet, ingesting roughly 350 mg of the stuff before we could catch him. We rang the vets for this last one and when she'd checked the poisons register she warned us that 'in about 5 days his heart rate might climb a bit and he might get some tremors'. She didn't warn up that he'd be as hyper as a monkey on crack for 48 hours nor that she'd charge us £80 for the phone call.
What else?
Oh we are sad at work because the big copper beech that grows so spectacularly in the south west tower of the castle [ this and this and this] has got a fatal fungus infection and has to be felled. This is desperately sad because it's a real landmark. Huge and dark purple - colourful as a bruise - it looms over the castle and is more or less surrounded by walls. There's only one safe way for it to fall and even then it's likely to do damage and so it's going to be taken down a branch at a time. sad though it is to see a tree fall, there's a kind of grandeur when they go all in one piece with a great crash and a trembling of the ground. But for it to be cut up a bit at a time is adding insult to injury.
Snapeclone went and had his stitches out last Friday and now has the use of his hand again. His index finger is still a little emphatic and has looks that might have inspired Mary Shelley but he should regain the use of it.
It's quite an impressive tally for a moment's inattention - two cut ligaments, a nick in the tendon and a nice groove in the bone. He has been given exercises to do, which apparently hurt like nobody's business but should give him his bear trap grip back. Best of all he can drive so, after having his stitches out, he mugged me for my car keys and drove us into Cardiff to deliver the 40 belaying pins to the 'Cymru'.
Oh my, that's a pretty ship. Tiny - but very pretty and beautifully fitted out. It's being funded by the same organisation who fund the HMS Pickle replica that is so busy with Trafalgar celebrations this month. Naturally money is tight - hence the yelp for volunteers to donate time, skill and materials. Incidentally, anyone who happens to have 12 metres of 28mm polyester rope going spare would be loved to bits if they could donate it. Otherwise they'll have to buy a whole coil. The figurehead, a morose looking female in medieval garb, is going to be replaced by a nice red dragon but they are still negotiating about whether it will be a snarling truculent one or a peacefully beaming one. Personally I find the idea of a smilie dragon too Disney to contemplate but I suppose political correctness may prevail.
In other news - the dog, he no longer qualifies as a puppy because he's HUUUUGE, continues to get into trouble. His tally just this week includes knocking a bottle of syrup all over the kitchen floor [which despite many washes continues to make soft sucking noises when one walks on it], making a lightning attack upon my evening meal [curry everywhere!], stealing and chewing a box of Swan Vestas [luckily they got too drooly to ignite] AND catching a box of Levothyroxine tablets when they fell out of the cupboard and chewing the packet, ingesting roughly 350 mg of the stuff before we could catch him. We rang the vets for this last one and when she'd checked the poisons register she warned us that 'in about 5 days his heart rate might climb a bit and he might get some tremors'. She didn't warn up that he'd be as hyper as a monkey on crack for 48 hours nor that she'd charge us £80 for the phone call.
What else?
Oh we are sad at work because the big copper beech that grows so spectacularly in the south west tower of the castle [ this and this and this] has got a fatal fungus infection and has to be felled. This is desperately sad because it's a real landmark. Huge and dark purple - colourful as a bruise - it looms over the castle and is more or less surrounded by walls. There's only one safe way for it to fall and even then it's likely to do damage and so it's going to be taken down a branch at a time. sad though it is to see a tree fall, there's a kind of grandeur when they go all in one piece with a great crash and a trembling of the ground. But for it to be cut up a bit at a time is adding insult to injury.
