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May. 3rd, 2016
New schedule
May. 3rd, 2016 07:53 amThe city pool's early morning swim is only Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. So it's back to the gym today but, timing is critical. Trying to come back home before about 9 is just silly. The gym is in a residential neighborhood so my getting there is a reverse commute but coming home is crowded.
The pool is reserved for an aqua fit class from 9-10 so... current plan is to swim at 10 or after. I also need to make a quick grocery stop and drop at package off at UPS so I think leaving here anytime after about 9:30 will work. It's now 7:30.
Today is Old People Pay Day. So check all accounts. This year I set up a separate savings account that for big ticket items like my annual home owners association dues payment (January) and real estate taxes (February), insurance, etc. I try to make sure some money gets added each month so that when the bills are due, the cash will be ready. I plan to have half the money needed for the year in there by June. I'm on track so far.
This is week six without Advair and week one without Spiriva (both inhalers for lung issues). The only issues from not taking Advair were positive ones. My voice is no longer hoarse and my hand/arm bruising is way less of an issue. The Spiriva withdrawal success is not quite as clear. Dr. Internet is zero help. In fact in several cases Dr. Internet has the exact opposite instruction/opinion of my own Dr. Lung.
I have my annual checkup appointment with my regular doctor next Monday. I'll be interested to hear what he has to say about the inhaler/breathing thing.
Now it's time to maybe get some breakfast and some sewing in before I hit the road.
The pool is reserved for an aqua fit class from 9-10 so... current plan is to swim at 10 or after. I also need to make a quick grocery stop and drop at package off at UPS so I think leaving here anytime after about 9:30 will work. It's now 7:30.
Today is Old People Pay Day. So check all accounts. This year I set up a separate savings account that for big ticket items like my annual home owners association dues payment (January) and real estate taxes (February), insurance, etc. I try to make sure some money gets added each month so that when the bills are due, the cash will be ready. I plan to have half the money needed for the year in there by June. I'm on track so far.
This is week six without Advair and week one without Spiriva (both inhalers for lung issues). The only issues from not taking Advair were positive ones. My voice is no longer hoarse and my hand/arm bruising is way less of an issue. The Spiriva withdrawal success is not quite as clear. Dr. Internet is zero help. In fact in several cases Dr. Internet has the exact opposite instruction/opinion of my own Dr. Lung.
I have my annual checkup appointment with my regular doctor next Monday. I'll be interested to hear what he has to say about the inhaler/breathing thing.
Now it's time to maybe get some breakfast and some sewing in before I hit the road.
Such a creature of habit
May. 3rd, 2016 12:36 pmI got to the pool as the aqua fit class was finishing. I started swimming as they were putting the lanes back in but it took me a good 15 minutes to really get comfortable. It usually takes me 15 seconds. I'm a rut lover. Let me do what I do the same way the same time every day and I'm a happy camper. Fuck with my routine and I get all stressed. Which is pretty hilarious. I got nothing that needs to be done at any particular time why the hell should it matter that I swim 4 hours later than usual?
I did have a very very easy ride home. There was a traffic backup for the last little bit so I went a different way. Easy peasy.
But, to illustrate my first paragraph... I walked in the house and grabbed the bread to make a sandwich with the ham and cheese I'd gotten at the grocery store. Wait. Where were the groceries? In the car, you fool. I grab the keys and go down to the car. I get to the car and realize I'd grabbed the wrong fucking keys. ??!!!
See? I can't handle.
I did get a response from my doctor that he's sent the needed info to the lab so tomorrow, on the way home from my swim, I can pop over to the office and give them my blood and pee. That way he'll have the results for my appointment on Monday.
I found another pic from the New Zealand travels...
I'm pretty sure this was the first trip and also pretty sure this is in Auckland. It was our final stop and we met up with a business chum of my father's and his wife. It was great to be able to grill them about all the stuff we'd seen and get the Kiwi perspective. Also we had been keeping a list of all the words and phrases that we could not figure out and the list was long. They translated them all for us. Our hands down favorite was judder bars.
We were in Christchurch in a parking garage on our first afternoon and there were HUGE signs everywhere saying WARNING! JUDDER BARS! We had zero clues. We kept a cautious eye out but never saw anything that we could map to a judder bar.
So as we described the situation to Daddy's friends they burst out laughing and putting us even further in the dark.
Finally, they were able to spit out the clues... Turns out those silly kiwis use the term judder bars when they mean speed bumps!!
I did have a very very easy ride home. There was a traffic backup for the last little bit so I went a different way. Easy peasy.
But, to illustrate my first paragraph... I walked in the house and grabbed the bread to make a sandwich with the ham and cheese I'd gotten at the grocery store. Wait. Where were the groceries? In the car, you fool. I grab the keys and go down to the car. I get to the car and realize I'd grabbed the wrong fucking keys. ??!!!
See? I can't handle.
I did get a response from my doctor that he's sent the needed info to the lab so tomorrow, on the way home from my swim, I can pop over to the office and give them my blood and pee. That way he'll have the results for my appointment on Monday.
I found another pic from the New Zealand travels...
I'm pretty sure this was the first trip and also pretty sure this is in Auckland. It was our final stop and we met up with a business chum of my father's and his wife. It was great to be able to grill them about all the stuff we'd seen and get the Kiwi perspective. Also we had been keeping a list of all the words and phrases that we could not figure out and the list was long. They translated them all for us. Our hands down favorite was judder bars.
We were in Christchurch in a parking garage on our first afternoon and there were HUGE signs everywhere saying WARNING! JUDDER BARS! We had zero clues. We kept a cautious eye out but never saw anything that we could map to a judder bar.
So as we described the situation to Daddy's friends they burst out laughing and putting us even further in the dark.
Finally, they were able to spit out the clues... Turns out those silly kiwis use the term judder bars when they mean speed bumps!!
The last of the Kiwi phound fotos
May. 3rd, 2016 03:58 pmWhen John and I went back to New Zealand by ourselves the next year, we were able to skip the big ticket items we'd seen the year before and focus on the funky. Like AJ Hackett - the original bungee jumping... and, yes, I did, on a dare - John paid for all meals for a week - restaurants of my choice. Victory was sweet. Sadly no photos but I do have the t-shirt still.
And Stewart Island. Stewart Island is off the bottom tip of the South Island. It's billed as the third biggest island in New Zealand at 650 square miles. You go over on the tiniest of prop plane airlines. As we were being weighed - yep us AND or luggage (come to think of it, I'm probably too fat now for a return trip!) - we spied a giant SAFETY sign that read "Our pilot has every intention of having dinner with his family tonight so you are in safe hands." Cracked us up.
At that time you could only get there by plane or private boat. And there was only a couple of small bed and breakfasts. Our bed and breakfast was charming. Our hosts were delightful. It was actually bed, breakfast and dinner and she made a perfectly amazing dinner. There was a starter that John and I both tried to recreate and/or find again and were never able to. My memory says it was one of the best things I've ever tasted. He took us around the island in this rickety old van.
For some reason that I do not remember, deep in the island jungle there is a non-functioning telephone hanging on a tree and a phone book.
A couple of years later an internet friend of mine and his wife were going to New Zealand and asked me for recommendations and I sent them to Stewart Island. When they got back, they sent me a photo of their group of four making a tree telephone call.
Here's today's other doll...
And Stewart Island. Stewart Island is off the bottom tip of the South Island. It's billed as the third biggest island in New Zealand at 650 square miles. You go over on the tiniest of prop plane airlines. As we were being weighed - yep us AND or luggage (come to think of it, I'm probably too fat now for a return trip!) - we spied a giant SAFETY sign that read "Our pilot has every intention of having dinner with his family tonight so you are in safe hands." Cracked us up.
At that time you could only get there by plane or private boat. And there was only a couple of small bed and breakfasts. Our bed and breakfast was charming. Our hosts were delightful. It was actually bed, breakfast and dinner and she made a perfectly amazing dinner. There was a starter that John and I both tried to recreate and/or find again and were never able to. My memory says it was one of the best things I've ever tasted. He took us around the island in this rickety old van.
For some reason that I do not remember, deep in the island jungle there is a non-functioning telephone hanging on a tree and a phone book.
A couple of years later an internet friend of mine and his wife were going to New Zealand and asked me for recommendations and I sent them to Stewart Island. When they got back, they sent me a photo of their group of four making a tree telephone call.
Here's today's other doll...
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I try not to be oblique but sometimes I forget that journal readers are not in my brain. And I may actually want to go back and re-read some of this one day and I don't want to confuse myself either.
A new follower today left a lovely comment and prompted me to repeat something I have occasionally said in the past. Ask me anything. Any time. Either by note or a comment on any entry. Whether it's clarification about something I've said or something entirely different.
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I try not to be oblique but sometimes I forget that journal readers are not in my brain. And I may actually want to go back and re-read some of this one day and I don't want to confuse myself either.
A new follower today left a lovely comment and prompted me to repeat something I have occasionally said in the past. Ask me anything. Any time. Either by note or a comment on any entry. Whether it's clarification about something I've said or something entirely different.
Just ask away. I'm happy to answer whatever.
