So I feel the “boot”, which is placed on humans to help healing for foot issues, is akin to the Elizabethan collar or “cone of shame” for dogs. Something done for our own good, but which is dreadfully embarrassing to wear. Yes, I have to wear a boot. I injured my Achilles tendon, but continued to walk on it for two months, so really it is just desserts. Doesn’t mean I have to like it. And there are things that still must be done. Like going out to tend chickens. For that, I wrapped the boot in a garbage bag to avoid getting muck on it. The hens were not impressed and are quite wary of my giant black limb.

I also just started back into lathe work. A boot full of wood shavings is a terrible thing; the flakes stick to the neoprene fabric like Velcro and once inside are terribly itchy. So I sewed a large fabric bag out of an old drop cloth and added a pull string closure. Before making saw dust, I pull this over my boot to protect it. Running the sewing machine with my left foot was an interesting experience, by the way (I do take the boot off to drive, doc said it was OK, so that is something).

The worst bit is no walks. Which means I can’t spin yarn and walk. For a month. <twitch> Doc says I can bicycle or use an elliptical machine. OK. Now to figure out how to spin and do that. Hm.

We needed another modification to my youngest’s coronet case. She was carrying around her lesson book because it wouldn’t fit in the case. So we used command strips to attach a plastic pouch to the outside. Now the music stays with the instrument, but if we need to remove the pouch, the command strips should allow it to come off cleanly.