Cranky Back

It didn't take me too long, but I've had my first spinning related injury. Pretty glad to get it out of the way-it was only a matter of time. Somehow I have managed to tweak a 'lil something in my back and it's cranky! Giving me some spasms under my shoulder blade if I breathe in too deeply, so my drafting arm is now chillin'....hanging low while I try my best to type this one handed.

You see, I'm a bit of a klutz . Anyone who knows me would deny the "a bit of a" part of that statement. I mean, we are talking about a girl who blew out her knee sliding in a puddle of movie theater butter here, but that is a story for another time...

I spent last night looking at my wheel from the warm embrace of the heating pad and thinking about spinning but sadly unable to do anything about it, so I tried to make the most of it, thinking about colors and how differently they spin up than they look in the form of roving. This will probably be one of the biggest challenges for me as a new spinner, and it will be the biggest workout in terms of my concepts of color theory because the 'ole art school education didn't take fiber blending into account :)

I'm looking into picking up the "Color In Spinning " title by Deb Menz as soon as I can scratch up the cash. I thumbed through it in Borders one afternoon well before I had even taken my first spinning lesson and I decided that it was a must have title for the collection. I think only reference books and experience are going to get me to the point where my color is kickin'.

As for life outside of the spinning realm, I decided that some tapioca pudding would be just the thing to cheer up a girl with a funky back. I did my best to get upright, and wobble on into the kitchen to assemble the troops. Since I wasn't going to be able to do major stirring action with my right arm, especially not for extended periods of time, I decided to try the microwave directions-plop it all together and stir every 3 minutes for 10-12 minutes total.

So, I get through the first 6 minutes without incident, then the back spasms kick in hardcore from pulling the measuring cup out of the microwave. Boy genius jumps to my rescue and volunteers to keep an eye on it, and do the stirring and such to finish it off. I go lay down in the bedroom...After about 2 minutes into his first 3 I hear a glorious string of profanity urping forth from the kitchen.



2 words...Tapioca Explosion!


Boy genius actually thought that the damage resulting from this was bad enough to have killed the microwave. He said that it started making horrid noises, like it was begging for tapioca flavored mercy.