Did I say yesterday that I was going for my last visit to the dentist? Well, it didn't quite turn out as planned, so after another hour of being worked on, I now have my last appointment on Wednesday....I seriously hope that this time it really will be the last session!
And apart from that, I didn't get too much done. Just three notebooks this time, as I needed half an hour's shut-eye in the afternoon. The first notebook has been made using book covers from Seven Gypsies, which I won some time back in a blog candy. The pages have been cut from torchon water-colour paper, so they will be nice for sketching and painting, too. I chose a ring binding so that I can add more pages as necessary, but then I couldn't find the rings. I recently bought some of Tim's antique-looking D-Rings, but they seem to have been swallowed by my bottomless pit AKA hall closet. But I did find the Xmas brads and card decorations I had been looking for....I'm finished with my cards for this year, so I will have to keep them till the next one! So I had to use some ribbon to tie the book together for the time being. The small red notebook was made using the left over leather-look paper from the pocket-book I made the day before, and the off-cuts of water-colour paper left over from the first book. I bound it with my BIA. The third note book has chipboard covers, which I covered with pieces cut from a reproduction of a painting from Claude Lorrain. The picture was torn, so I cut the pieces out round about the rip. I think I will leave the ribbon ties on this one, as rings will be too big.
And to close, I have another funny that Narda sent:
Christmas at Rock-Away Rest
Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
and all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;
Our punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.
A bedsock was taped to each walker, in hope
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.
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Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts,
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.
The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.
Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop --
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"
Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.
Security lights on the new fallen snow
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).
A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
Our social- security checks had arrived.
We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight-p.m. stroke.
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds.
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
Before long you'll be with us, We wish you the best!
Hope you all have a good day, take care and thanks for dropping in!
