Has it really been a week since I last posted? Well, it doesn't surprise me too much. On the weekend, I participated in a small fundraiser then dashed off to church for choir rehearsal. The choir sang in one service Saturday evening and three services Sunday morning. It was all I could do Monday to summon myself to the bathroom. When I do so much at once, the fibromyalgia reacts by putting me to bed.
I've also been crocheting like mad to increase my inventory. Do you want to know just how madly I've been crocheting? Enough so that I've got wicked tendonitis in my right arm. I have been miserable today, not to mention anxious as well because I can't crochet.
So, super power, huh? Is there such a one as Mad Crocheter? Certainly at one time I wanted to be Super Mom. Some days I'd settle for Captain Green Thumb, or Master Chef. I didn't participate in the Super Hero comic book life style. I didn't have brothers to encourage me, and the only time I got comic books is when I happened to go to the grocery store with my grandmother. Back then it was Archie and Jughead, Little Lulu, Richie Rich (the poor little rich boy), and Casper the Friendly Ghost. Pretty tame stuff, right?
Is there a reverse of the Incredible Hulk, where you lose weight faster than a speeding bullet? How about a Flash for housework? Yeah, that would be cool. I could be like Scooby Do and find all the missing socks that have disappeared into the washing machine black hole. Oh, no, Scoob, that's not a real super power.
This really isn't a super power either, but I'd like to have something like Floo Powder that would allow me to visit all the people that are far from me. I could pop in on my Mother when she was having a bad day, or show up on my son's doorstep when he is being bad. No, revise that. I'd show up when he is being good--reward the good behavior, right?
There you have it. I hope you have been more creative than I have.
