1) As we continue on my tear of thinning down the stuff in the house and picking up the quality of those things remaining, a couple recliners for the front room arrived this week, replacing our old very worn mismatched but comfy charity shop chairs.

We haven't had matching furnishings in the front room since we were first married.

2) My MG Midget did me a mischief this week; allow me to explain:

This car looks very "normal", but lurking underneath the imperfect stock-looking exterior is a track suspension and an engine that has already been uprated a bit once and is undergoing another alteration to get it perhaps over the century mark in horsepower. It might look "easy to drive", but that car can be merciless and more than a bit vicious in this sort of tune; I adore it but I wouldn't recommend any of it.

Along with that project has been a change to a far smaller steering wheel to allow my legs to poke out the door when I'm getting out now that my pelvis has pretty much fused itself to my lower spine.

So, the combination of the wheel that I'm not used to and in a place that isn't the best driving position for me, a right turn in town into a pothole with a track suspension and very little toe-in on the front wheels, the resulting bump-steer had the tiller snap around, catching my hand out of position because I'm not used to the wheel.

This comedy of error and suddenly I was staring at my middle finger laid across the back of my index finger at a good 50 degrees. My first reaction (from my days of repeatedly doing stupid things to my various appendages) was to grab it, pull out, then stuff it back in the socket from whence it came.

After continuing my drive for a couple hours, I popped over to the hospital "ready-care" and got it x-rayed to make sure I didn't break anything and I reset it properly.

All good, I still remember how to reseat a dislocated finger (best done quickly or the swelling makes life far more difficult and painful), but the soft tissue; tendons, muscle, &c is still quite sore and will be for quite a long time I fear. These dam things take forever.

3) Lucy the new cat has been out in the general spaces now for a good week, now. No real violence though a fair amount of hissing and such. Rather pretentious, really, as Hobbes outweighs her by about 2-1/2 times. Still, she is a tiny thing but probably the most athletic cat I've ever seen; lithe and elastic. Polar opposite of Grrr, who is solid and powerful. Just amazing to me...