January 10th, 2017

Conspiring against me...

I timed my trip to the pool to coincide with when my friend, Barrie, said she would be there. She wasn't but the timing meant I sat in the worst bridge traffic. On the last half block before my garage, I had to stop and wait for a worker to finish his 'chat' with a truck driver so that driver could move his fucking truck so I could get by. One of the elevators was broken. I shucked one shoe like always but the second one wouldn't come off. The snow turned out to be more drops than flakes and more clear than white.

But all that is behind me. I'll consider it the pre-day. Now the real day starts and it will be just excellent. Thank you. I have a lot of little financial details I am tracking. Refunds, payments, invoices. I do love that doing this is just checking a series of websites. In the olden days, one would wait until a month later when the information came in the snail mail and the first you learned of a problem could be six weeks after it happened and then you had to write a letter or, if they were a modern company, you could call an 800 number and get a clueless operator who said she had fixed it only to find out six weeks later when the next statement arrived that she had not. This way is way better.

Nothing on the agenda today beyond the regular stuff. Just now I think I hear doll bits calling to be put together...

ooops

I went out at lunch today. I walked up the street 3 blocks to get lunch/dinner at my favorite teriyaki place. I was out of breath halfway there. Fuck.

The last few weeks - especially November and December - I have not been good about walking at all. Probably October, too. It's about 35 steps from one end to the other of my shotgun style loft. I walk that multiple times a day. But, that's almost about it for walking. And now I've lost my ability to walk any distance at all. Fuck.

This has happened before. And, at least, now I know how to get it back and that I actually can get it back.

My brother gets here in 2 weeks. When he's here, we walk. A lot actually. When he was here two years ago, I was a mess. I couldn't walk across the street without losing my breath. I was so depressed. I even looked into renting one of those mobility scooters. But, then, the lung doctor told me that it wasn't my lungs that were the problem this time. It was atrophy. So walking fixed my walking.

I've since gotten lazy and now I have two weeks to fix it. So. At a minimum, starting today, I will put on my boots and go outside and walk around the block - once in the morning and once in the afternoon - every single day. And not an old lady stroll either. I will walk as fast as my fat old legs will carry me. Twice a day. Every day. Minimum.

Today: morning done.
Afternoon: to come.

Done

Ok, I did my afternoon walk. And I put two little widgets on the home screen of my phone. They look ugly and boring until you click that you've completed the task and then they look nice.

I have dinner already since it's the second half of my teriyaki lunch. That's always such a good deal. And quite tasty.

I have two more episodes of The Crown. I may just polish them off tonight or at least one of them while I finish the latest bear.

Here are today's dolls.