February 6th, 2018

Healed

Yesterday I did about 4 five minute stints with this obscene looking monster.



(It was a good bit cheaper - on sale - when I bought it years ago.) Lo and behold, my neck, which has been bugging me for week is healed!! Wild. Sorry, Goodwill, you are not getting this thing. It's going back into storage until the next body part breaks which at my age could be after lunch today.

When used to swim at this pool, there was a guy who swim often who looks just like Ezio Penza - particularly in his South Pacific days. He always waved and rarely spoke. I always loved seeing him.

Well, guess who was there today?! Waving again?!! Ezio!!! Also the blind guy who actually smiled at me today. He's not totally blind but does use a cane. He can see enough to find a lane and maneuver around the pool safely. He sometimes responded when I said good morning but I'd ever seen him smile. He has, it turns out, a great smile.

It really is a lot more fun than I would have thought to see all these old swim friends.

My new watch continues to delight as well. I have been able to connect it to Swim.Com and Speedo Dashboard so now I have about twice to three times more swim analysis than I really need. Especially since I really don't intend to do anything with any of it but look. Oh and I accumulate points in Humana's health program and those points get me Amazon credit which is nice.

And, the app really does adjust my goals to stretch me which is actually exactly how it should work.

The house cleaner comes tomorrow so I need to tidy up today and there will be sewing. And probably a walk since now my tracking software expects that. But mostly there will be home time.

Last night I went to the HOA meeting. It was loud and not really contentious but not kumbaya either. And it went on too long. And I couldn't leave because I had to notarize a signature after.

When I got up here to my own house and closed the door, I don't know that I've ever felt as relieved. And I fell in love with my quiet, pretty, orderly, only-for-me condo all over again.

The dilemma of being my tracker's bitch

With my old trackers, I set the goal. And it was the same every day unless I changed it. I could, then, easily cheat the system but raising or lowering it when ever.

Now, I'm really this tracker's bitch. I wanted to go up the street to the food truck but I knew it would put me over the goal for the day. And it was only 1:30 so by midnight I'd be way past the goal and cause tomorrow's to be higher. hmmmm to go and screw myself tomorrow? Or stay home and risk not even getting to the goal.

The struggle is real, people.

I went. Because fried okra and hush puppies. A food truck who rarely stops in this 'hood' was here and had fried okra and hush puppies. So I had to take advantage.



This morning I put on one of my fleece tops and but pretty soon, I got cold. I needed a layer underneath. I used to have a big pile of crappy thin Walmart t-shirts that I'd wear as unseen layers. But they all went to Goodwill and she shirts in my closet are not the unseen layer type. So I found one of the knit sheets I've been stockpiling and made a nice, snug, undershirt with a wide neckline that won't peek through the collar of the top shirt and short so it won't look like my 'slip' is showing. And then I made a pattern of it. And then I made another one in case the first one is in the wash. And I still have enough of the sheet to make at least one more.

Next up, I need to fix my shoes. I filled the holes in my crocs with odd buttons but a couple of them are coming loose. I need to tie 'em down.

I need to conjure on what to add to the okra and hush puppies for dinner.