June 2nd, 2019

To swim or not to swim

I have no good reason for skipping my swim this morning. I don't really not want to go but I'm not really in to it either. I do fear getting bored with swimming or the routine of it. I want to make sure I keep it fresh and invigorating and fun. I still have time to pop on my suit and get to the pool when it opens but, I think I won't.

I think I'll take the day off. Even though I will absolutely take Wednesday off (ballgame Tuesday night). Yep.

I now have coffee and I just had one of those Jimmy Dean breakfast sticks that letmesaythis recommended. (I did not nuke it quite long enough so the tip of one end was cold but the rest was pretty darned good. I will now be keeping a supply in my freezer for breakfast emergencies. Thanks!)


And Zoey is helping me with this entry.

I think I'll just stay here today and put away my baseball stuff from yesterday and then go sew until today's game starts.

I find, in retirement, great comfort in keeping every day the same. And quiet joy in making every day different. Being retired and living alone is my perfect world but, it is not, of course, perfect all the time. And there is no one to blame when it misses the mark. I think it would be so easy to spiral down into bored and lonely. Maybe not easy but a possibility and one that would be my own fault. So no.

So that's the plan for today. No swim. Sew. Good.

I think I kneed documentation here

A week ago last Friday so that's May 24, I fell on my knee. I literally took a knee and hard. I was standing up and went to brace myself and help lift with my hand on the table and my hand missed and I slammed down on my knee.

Initially, I felt it up my spine and into my chest. It hurt. But the hurt didn't even last as long as the shock. My rib cage under my boobs hurt for several days but that cleared up. My knee, oddly, did not really hurt at all for a week. And then I started to feel it. Not horrible but I could tell something had gone amiss.

Then after two weeks, I accidentally hit it on something and ohmyfuckingod did that hurt. Hurt to the point of having to ice it down. I did it again yesterday.
There are places around the knee cap that are tender to the touch. But, as long as I don't bump into anything with it or try to kneel on it, it's fine.

Bending, sitting, standing, walking are all fine. But, it's so odd that it waited two weeks to really hurt.

If it gets worse and or falls off, now I will be able to just come to this entry and have all the history to explain to the befuddled doctors.

Not a wasted day at all!

I made a dress. Well, a swimsuit cover up to wear to the gym in the mornings. I have a box under my sewing table that holds Scraps Of Size. I learned a while back that keeping all scraps if the road to ruin. So now, I only keep pieces of fabric if they are at least 4 times the span of my hand.

Today, I pulled out those scraps and made a patchwork dress out of them. It's all knits - think t-shirt fabric. My only requirements are the it must be comfortable. It must cover me. It must be washable and it has to have pockets. Big ass pockets. Otherwise, I don't care. I wasn't going for style.

So I pulled out pieces one by one and sewed them together making the fabric and the dress as I went along. Punting all the way. I'm kind of tickled with the whackadoodle result. It was great fun to make as there was literally no way I could do it wrong.





And... I used up most all my scraps! Double score.

The Mariner game was on in the background. The announcer I am growing to hate more and more with every game was yapping away constantly as the Mariners were wracking up what I'd love to saw was one of their most spectacular losses. But at 13-3, it barely makes the list of spectacular losses this year. They are in the 9th inning now but I turned the sound off. I can't bear to listen to that jerkwad any more.

I think I'll watch last week's Project Runway.