A new week dawned Monday and I was looking forward to some
normal. There was no swimming all week so at least I’d be able to go home right
after work. Since I had only been to the pool twice all summer, I guess not
swimming was normal.
In an effort to strengthen my leg muscles, I went next door
to Love Library and walked the stacks in the basement. It was quiet and level and
I got 20 minutes or so in before my leg was screaming so I sat in a quiet
corner and knitted for the rest of my lunch hour. Erica’s son Wyatt was coming
to mow Monday night during knitting, which meant I had him for two hours if I
could find enough for him to do. I decided to have him cut some of the weed
trees but my lopper was nowhere to be found. I always hang it from my garden
fence and after searching everywhere I could think of, Erica left to pick one
up at her rental. Just before she got back, I found my lopper in the trash heap
behind my neighbor’s fence. I has clearly been run over. This was clearly the
parting gift from the idiot who butchered my yard in May. When Erica had
surprised him cutting down my Wahoo trees, he must have been using my lopper
and dropped it by the alley, where it got run over and then trashed. Nice.
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I had my appointment with my new knee doc first thing Tuesday.
He spent a good amount of time going over my charts and listening to my story.
All told, he said I was in a tough spot. If he replaced my knee now, which he’d
be willing to do, I’d need a new one when I was 70. If I wasn’t having pain, it
was OK to wait but only if my knee didn’t get more bent that it already is.
More bent and it would impact the success of the knee replacement. Sheesh! Of
course I’ll be waiting. If I start getting joint pain, I’ll get it done but at
least it won’t be anytime soon, good lord willing.
Nora was diagnosed with shingles on Friday so I stopped at
her house, which is right near the doctor’s office, to drop off some salsa pork
roast for her supper. After work I went to the gym to do my first self-PT. The
weight room was full to bursting with newly returned students but I found the
machines I needed and got it done. Then it was home to prep for the cleaning
lady. Another long day. I was looking forward to a normal day Wednesday and going
home to clean house and cooking a nice dinner.
You know that didn’t work out! I walked in the door and my
house was hot. I checked the thermostat and it was 80 degrees. The AC was on
but the air coming out of the vents wasn’t very cool and when I checked the
outside unit, the fan wasn’t running on it. I called my regular HVAC guys but
got voice mail. I figured I could make it until morning but after sitting for 5
minutes, I knew that wasn’t going to work. So I called Ed, my frend Donna’s
husband, who has bailed me out many a time. He gave me the number of someone in
tow4n who would come out that night and he did. In 20 minutes he replaced the
faulty part and it was only $124. By 7:00 I was eating dinner in my cooling
down house. Not the night I’d planned on but salvaged after all.
Thursday was the first 600 calorie day in my new plan to do
3 600 calorie days per week. I had meant to start Tuesday but was thwarted by
moldy cottage cheese and a broken toaster oven so Thursday it was. It went just
fine and after hitting the weight room after work for my quick PT, I went home
to cook kale and sausage. I survived the first 600 day, which was easy when I
knew I could eat regular food the next day. If day one was any indication, this
was going to work just fine.
I realized when I got to work Friday that my favorite
thermos, which is circa 1960, holds 3 mugs of coffee and has a carry handle all
while rocking red plaid, was broken. This was the third thing in a week – my trusty
toaster oven, the AC and now my fabulous thermos. Oh well. At least my
afternoon training got postponed and then I left early for what truly was my
last PT. Cory gave me the OK to keep going on my own but left my case open in
case my knee takes a turn for the worst. The skies opened up while I was at PT
and the storm brought in gorgeous, cooler weather. I opened the windows and
slept like a baby. I had no plans for the weekend and was looking forward to
some leisure.
I had a revelation about my car – I didn’t have to wait for
the Fit to fall apart before buying a new one. People buy new cars all the
time! I started emailing the internet sales team at Superior Honda and put down
a deposit on a new HR-V. Of course the one I wanted (2 wheel drive and silver) was nowhere to be found but
I got an email saying they’d traded for one that was on
order and it would be ready to pick up near the end of September. Yay! Cross
that off my list.
I had a lovely afternoon Saturday, giving myself permission
to sit on my deck and read while enjoying a cup of tea. It was heavenly. Other
than minimal laundry, I didn’t get much else done on the weekend. I did manage
to drive to Ashland to deliver some food to Amanda and see her new baby,
Calder. The weather was gorgeous I enjoyed every minute of it. Fall is on the
way and can’t come soon enough for my liking. Classes were starting Monday so
that would help it feel more like fall too. Bring it on!
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