Quelle bummer......

.......the blister on my right hand had become sore, swollen and red, quite painful to touch, not moving too well......seems the blister from the burnt-off sun spot had become a little infected.  Yesterday I was able to get an urgent appointment at the medical centre and a nice young doctor said, yes, it's infected, probably a good idea to take a course of antibiotics, so the hand and I are taking bright blue capsules for a few days.  So far it hasn't fallen off, it's still attached to my arm, which is a good thing.

Consequently not many stitches have been taken because it's difficult to do much with a painfully sore hand, but at least that applique block did get finished.  Later today there is a hook and eye to be sewn on a new top so it doesn't gape too much across the bosom, but that's not a big chore.

As nothing has been finished or photographed this week we will have a couple of pictures from the Canadian holiday.  I don't wish to bore the socks off you, gentle readers, so will just drop in the odd (hopefully not too odd) photo every now and then.

 My favourite small town in Canada of those I have visited is Goderich.  Since we were there three years earlier these inukshuks have been built on the shore of Lake Huron, probably hundreds of them!

The Town Square (which is really an octagon) now has trees growing again - on our previous visit it was still being repaired after a tornado the year before.  All the trees in the square were broken or completely killed, only a few were undamaged, but now replanted with mature trees it looks really good.

Quite a few books have been read lately, though......reading doesn't hurt my hand......there are sites where one can download free e-books into one's tablet, so one does.  A genre I read a lot is mystery books, I don't mind a bit of blood and gore but I don't like sadism and torture, stories where someone (usually female) is being stalked, too much sex (we know it happens but we don't need it described in graphic detail, we all have imaginations), and I'm not a great fan of paranormal stories although I don't mind a little touch of the supernatural.  Just a little.  Don't overdo it, folks, or it becomes just too unbelievable.  The delete button has been pressed more than once, because I just wasn't getting into the story.

We're getting ourselves organised for our trip - only ten days until we leave!  The festival office co-ordinator has done the roster so we office volunteers know when we're working, and I have also been sent my printable performer's ticket because a friend and I have been assisting at the Sunday morning hymn singing session for so long we're part of the furniture.  It's a very ecumenical session so folk of any, all or no religious persuasions join in every year and we have a blast......no instruments, just unaccompanied voices singing old hymns and gospel songs we've all known and been singing forever.  We've even been recorded for radio more than once, the roving radio bloke couldn't believe that so many people could sing so many harmonies without a guitar or keyboard in sight!

I'm also debating whether to take one or two ukes, our caravan is quite small; one is fine, two might be pushing it for space but I would really love to take two......I know only one can be played at once, but they are pitched differently and and I would like to play the baritone in sessions.  Better make a decision soon.......

"Another way to remove freckles.
One ounce of alcohol; half a dram salts tartar; one dram oil bitter almonds.  Let stand for one day and apply every second day."

Some of these remedies sound very alarming, don't they?  I think cyanide poison comes from bitter almonds.  Perhaps these days I'll just let nature take its course when it comes to freckles.

Enjoy your days!