On Thu, 1 Jun 2023 17:23:15 -0000 (UTC), pH <
wNOS...@gmail.org>
wrote:
> I kind of expected Joy Beeson to chime in...I have not seena post from her
> in a while....you out there, Joy?
A change in my schedule cut an hour cut out of my usenet-reading time,
to add it to sewing and cycling time. I should be brushing my teeth
right now.
Also I have only two bikes -- the Fuji Gran Tourer, aka "my real
bike", and a Trek Pure aka "my wheelchair bike".
I've been riding the latter instead of walking for weeks, but the
prednisolone seems to be putting an end to that.
Saturday, 3 June 2023
I may be posting more often this week.
I came back from today's ride with a broken spoke in my back wheel. I
probably broke it yesterday; I noticed a faint squeak right from the
start of today's ride. I kept spinning the wheel and checking the
clearance of the fender stays and brake, but never thought of counting
the spokes, so it was embarrassing when the mechanic spotted it the
instant the bike was up on the rack. (I took my kale, books, etc. out
of the panniers first.)
The ride was cut off at the end, but I put in some extra distance at
the beginning. I bought a yogurt smoothie (mango lassi) at the
farmer's market just down the street at the new ice rink, which the
folks who railroaded it into existance are trying very hard to
justify. One was expected to drink the whole pint on the spot, so the
lid wasn't tight enough to carry around all day, so I took it home.
[Sunday: we still have half of it left.]
The squeak got louder and louder, and by the time I left Reinholt's On
the Square (where I picked up a water bottle I had mislaid while
buying a bed yesterday)it was tangible while I was walking. I pushed
the bike through the courthouse market instead of parking against the
former bank (now city building) as I usually do.
It also sped my departure that I'd counted on making a pit stop at the
courthouse, which isn't open on weekends. I set out to rush straight
to Kroger, using Main Street as far as Detroit, and spotted the
library. Pit stop, refill bottle, buy two Classic Illustrated
knock-offs at the Friends of the Library book sale. Much nicer being
recognized by the staff at a book sale than at the various medical
places I've been going the last few months. As soon as Dave healed up
enough to fend for himself, he had to start fending for me. But
treatment for sciatica takes only six days, praise the Lord.
My quads are sore this evening, but because I forgot the consequences
of not walking for four weeks. (Took me a while to conclude that it
was time for another course of Methylprednisolone, then I felt silly
accepting an emergency appointment after delaying so long, not to
mention that I didn't feel up to dressing that fast, and the next
regular appointment was a week off.)
I told the Trailhouse guys that I would come back on the flatfoot for
my stuff, and they showed me an out-of-the-way niche to leave it in,
and asked whether I could walk that far. I told them that I did it
every Sunday, but didn't mention that I hadn't done it lately.
I kept my back straight and my head up and walked fast, and the
sciatica didn't bug me, but I woke up from my nap with sore muscles.
After nine -- time to log off; I really *must* brush my teeth tonight.
Sunday, 4 June 2023
Got to bed early, woke up thinking that for once I wouldn't have to
rush to get to church almost in time, but looked into the mirror and
just couldn't face shaving, washing up, putting on sunscreen, and
finding a short-sleeved dress in the closet.
So I had a nap after breakfast and then took my usual nap after lunch.
Luckily, spouse wanted spaghetti and meatballs for supper. Wasn't
good; I cooked it by the usual rules and it wasn't the usual
spaghetti. We've got more meatballs and spaghetti, but no more sauce.
I think I've got an intestinal bug. Didn't even look at my
desperately-needed new jersey today. I'm making it of quilting cotton
for want of decent linen.
Monday, 5 June 2023
Very busy day. Luckily, I was over whatever I had on Sunday. I spent
most of the day washing bedclothes. Almost none of it was spent
watching the delivery of the bed -- those guys are *good*. And they
re-made the bed after changing out the box springs -- a *lot* faster
than I'd made it in the first place, but then they knew how to stand a
mattress on edge without dislodging the mattress pad and bottom sheet.
Perhaps *that* is why the modern mattress is more than three times as
thick as a mattress needs to be; standing on edge is the only thing it
does better. (They changed the box springs for "low profile" springs
four inches thinner, so I wouldn't need a laddert to get into bed.)
But I've got both the time and thinkum to post a message tonight. I
even brought my diary up to date and took a few token stitches in my
new summer jersey.
But the flutes just tweeted -- time to start getting ready for bed.
Had to go into the kitchen to take my blood pressure, so I made my
bedtime snack to eat at the computer. Now I have until ten O'clock to
read my funnies.
--
Joy Beeson, U.S.A., mostly central Hoosier,
some Northern Indiana, Upstate New York, Florida, and Hawaii
joy beeson at centurylink dot net
http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/
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