“Life gets Tee-Jus Don’t It” !!!πŸ˜‰

Loved this as a child and today that’s just what it feels like.Β  I’m a “doing” person and being confined to being one handed (and the wrong hand at that!) has made me a bit grumpy and difficult to live with these past three weeks.

After seeing my doctor, who told me that it would be a good idea to leave the strapping off during the day when home so that I could use my hand “a little” and “not to overdo it”, I followed his advice … BUT how do you know if you’ve “overdoing it” when the aching pain doesn’t set in until about two hours later?! πŸ€”

So yes, life has been a bit tedious and I’ve been more than a bit frustrated … it’s only three weeks into the six week “healing process” …Β  and apparently it will take several months before it’s really back to “normal”.Β  Meanwhile all I can do is look longingly at my yarn and crochet projects and slowly, carefully and one handed re-arrange my yarn into a more colour coordinated order, and try finger picking my ukelele without actually doing the chords.Β  Having just joined a new uke group it’s frustrating to feel like I’m getting left behind … grrrr!!!

🀚🀚🀚Stop!!!Β  Warning!!!Β  This is sounding more and more like a “poor me” whinge session, and it may get worse 😝

No, let’s be positive!Β  Last weekend, with hand strapped and with Gordon’s staunch help, I managed to get to the Dunsborough SongFest with my Born to Sing choir and Secret Women’s Business Group.Β  I take my hat off to my wonderful man who has no interest at all in listening to choirs but happily packed up the car and camper trailer to take me south for three days.Β  Not only that, he even subjected himself to being the “bag man” for me and quite a few of the other ladies.Β  We women always need someone to look after our bags whilst we’re singing and Gordon was very quickly nominated and piled up with copious bags and “stuff”.Β  Naturally, by being the “bag man”, he then had no option but to stay and listen to our performances, which no doubt required a great deal of fortitude on his part.Β  He really does deserve 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 for this heroic effort 😍

The SongFest was a great weekend of singing in harmony but also a learning curve on how to better present ourselves to an audience, which is something we will be concentrating on in future choir sessions.Β  You never stop learning … not just the words of the many songs, or your own particular harmonies (I am what’s referred to as an Alto 1), but also learning to listen and blend your voice/harmony with those around you, how to stand or move in sync, how to enter and leave the stage … especially our large choir which can be anything from 50 to 150 people, but also our small Secret Women’s group of between 10 to 20 people.Β  Behind all of this is the driving force, the man who started it all, our choir master, Martin.Β  An amazing man who lives for music and pushes us to strive to be better and better and never become complacent … “there’s always room for improvement”!

So there it is … no crocheting being done, no uke being played but I could be a lot worse off, so no time for any more feeling sorry for myself, or whinging and moaning.Β  Just time to be thankful that the injury wasn’t worse, get on with what I can do, try not to “overdo it” and wait, wait, wait.

Wishing you health, happiness and a sun shiny day 😎😎