Stash Dash: Not so easy

I was feeling quite confident and this weekend happened. Mason darted across the street at my church's yard sale, my left arm (now) is hurting quite a lot up in the bicep are like the right one was/is. I feel quite falling apart and I'm forty, so it's not making feel to eager to get older. Not to mention dealing with doctors and x-rays is something I sort of have to mentally pump myself up to go deal with. Mason running out really wrecked me this weekend (combined with the arm pain and not being able to do anything driving me flipping nuts) and has had me thanking God A LOT that nothing happened. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to him or River. I'm rather tempted to cast on a simple-ish shawl out of one of the three yarns calling to me. Two of them I could gift for birthdays or the Holidays. I might bring the yarn to recake/reball to Draven's as I need to go in a little less then a hour out to his place.

Sunday's service was challenging to sit through let alone listen to since I couldn't knit and with a dull pulsating arm pain. I'm eager to watch and properly take notes once the video is uploaded to YouTube, like I usually do. I don't know how others are able to write and keep up with Pastor Shane's message. I finally got a new phone as the previous one had a cracked and splintered screen that I just had my limit so that's where the cash when to this month. Thank God for baby-sitting Draven again this month, and sometimes after the 23rd he's off school so that's going to be all day. He's not going to run from me or do anything stupid like run out in traffic, thank God. He's a little gaming nerd. Babbling to me about games like I have any ray of hope of following him.

With the pain in my arm, I'm not finishing pretty much anything sadly which is urking my self apposed goals and deadlines I absent mindlessly place on myself. The devil is working on me there, trying to get me to feel like it's something else I'm failing when it comes down to it, and as the Knit Girlls themselves say, 'imaginary points'. I know I shouldn't hang out at home but my spirit & energy/patience is just spent. I know getting my phat butt back to the gym, some what regularly does help, even though I'm not sure when I'm going to have time once I'm with Draven all day. Guess I will have to make good those days I'm off and go to the gym, when mom has him.

My loud drunk neighbors moved out so I'm hoping this might be a better summer then the past two years that I can live out on the porch. Glad I didn't make a stink about getting and putting up a screen divider now. Thank you God for that one! ;)