I'm really kind of depressed to report that after 5 days of walking, today did not feel like nearly the chore that the previous four days have. I walked around the block and then walked some more. My hips did not hurt like yesterday. My back did not hurt like all the other days. I still think it's boring and stupid but I guess at least I can be grateful that it's not boring, stupid and hurtful. I had kind of intended to use sore hips and back as excuses to stop if it got bad. oh well.
The UW researchers were here and fun as always. They left me objects. I'm to imaginate (my word, not theirs - they are whip smart) each as a sensor and do a product video of some kind. I already have ideas for each and after I do those, I might do more. I actually have two ideas for one already. The objects are specifically for me which is fun. One is crocheted. One is made from soft fabric pieces. One is very brightly colored transparent plastic pieces that snap together. And then one is a teeny tiny version of those plastic pieces! Once I do the currently planned videos. I must think of something to do with one or more of my teeny tiny rooms and these pieces.
Holy fuck! I just saw in the New York Times twitter feed, that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is still alive! Wow! Soon to be 100 years old. If you had asked me five minutes ago, I would have guessed he died at 100 years old, 25 years ago! Wow. Ha! Even the Times article says 'he looked old when he was young' - ok so I'm not alone in my thinking there. (For anyone scratching their head, he is a poet, painter, social activist who, a biscillion years ago, opened up San Francisco's City Light bookshop.
I just looked on my calendar to see what I was missing and I see that Wednesday is the anniversary of the day I brought Zoey home here to live. The vet said she was about 4 at the time. And that was 2013.
Now she designs her own menus and makes me do the shopping and demands that I clean out her litter box and now my toilet seat but, hey, she's a fine kitty. I'd get a better photo but she's in the middle of one of her million naps in the bed she keeps here by my chair.
I'm guessing she'll be wanting me to clean all the cat hair out of that bed, soon.