Friday, August 25, 2017

Hurricanes and not much else


This is me, checking in to say I have nothing to say. A pleasant but not essentially outstanding day. We got our daily dose of rain this morning, but it was light and didn’t last long. Teddy and I walked, and since the weather was cooler, I did better, but everything makes me breathless. The cure of course is to keep doing it, until I build up my endurance again. After I took a shower this afternoon, Jordan asked why I was out of breath, and all I could say was exertion. I didn’t even realize I was a bit breathless. I don’t think the house exercises I do make me out of breath, but I’ll start paying more attention.

My most unusual accomplishment for the day: have you ever tried mopping a floor while seated in a Rollator (rolling walker, which you are not supposed to sit in while it’s moving, but I do). I can’t mop the floor with the wet Swiffer pads—they have chemicals not good for my wood floors. Felt very clever when I dampened paper towels, attached them to the Swiffer mop, and got up all those muddy paw prints. Half an hour later, there were more prints, not as pronounced, but still mud. With this rain, Sophie brings half the outdoors inside. My newly cleaned rug is filthy. Need to get that ground cover in place.

Nice lunch with friend Jean today. We wanted to go to Carshon’s but were running late and there was no parking by the time we got there—which meant the restaurant would be crowded and noisy. We went to Chadra and had salads—gyro for me and chicken for Jean. Both outstanding.

Tonight, Jordan and I walked again—nice breeze. And I have written my daily thousand words. Could have gone farther, but I’m finding it best to stop there. It’s respectable progress, and I have a review book to keep reading. I had occasion to be specific about forensic findings at the scene of a shooting, so I consulted Fred, who was helpful as always. You’d think I could keep .38 caliber weapons and the difference between automatic and semi-automatic in my head from book to book, but apparently not. I decided the forensic team found a wad of chewed up gum someone had spit out—phew!

Of course, tonight all eyes are on Harvey as the storm roars ashore around Aransas Pass and Rockport. Several kind friends from across the country have emailed to check on me, and I’m glad to tell them all we may get out of it is some rain, though we have been warned to gas up cars in case supply from Houston is compromised. Two of my kids are in the heavy rain and storm belt—Colin in Tomball, and Megan in Austin. I’m hoping they check in fairly frequently, though this storm is supposed to be around for a very long week. Praying for people in its path. It’s a monster.

But even in storms there’s levity. I saw something on Facebook that was so typically Texan it made me laugh out loud. It was a map of the expected landfall, with wording to the effect, ‘You think that eclipse was something? Here, hold my beer and watch this shit.” (Pardon the profanity, but I bet it made you laugh.)

My other favorite from Facebook for the week: a redneck saying, “You mean the moon is going to cover the sun? Thanks, Obama!”

Over and out. Happy Friday, everyone.

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