There was a good reason that vintage microwave oven was still sitting there.
It cost me $5 and a hurt back taking it to the dump. Then I aggravated the pain trying to move a box of files. This all happened Thursday.
By this morning all seems well. Got out for four at five thirty.
One of the pleasures of moving from one town to another is transporting a gaggle of cats 45 miles. Two blocked my view and one tried to help drive. The old man of the crew, Chris, just sat and gave direction.
They’ve adjusted nicely except for a noticeable increase in neediness. And unfortunately, they quickly located which window is the bedroom window from the outside.
Last night, in what was surely a gentle rainfall, they stood post and sung the song of their people until I let them in.
3 miles. Early start.
Meanwhile, a few pounds later, I finally got out for a jog. That was today. I’m not counting my five mile attempt a few days ago. That’s because I had chosen the hottest day ever to carry my carcass around the blueberry loop. It took a long, long time.
3 miles today in cooler weather. It felt good. Goal is to slowly get back into shape and stay injury free. If I attain those two things, I should be able to lose the amazing amount of weight I have collected. I should be hibernating.
Lisa & I moved to Machias. The commute is, oh, an hour less – which makes the drive, oh, about 5 minutes. Amazing the amount of stuff I can get done.
And in closing, here is a photo of Whitey Bulger and a rock that’s shaped like a foot.
As much as we admire the rural white-good-as-porch-ornament motif, Lisa and I lugged the above appliance to the curb for trash pickup. In doing, I was reminded of the great mollusk Patella mexicana, a true limpet.
Which is what I had after I bruised my kneecap on the dishwasher.
Friday 2.25 miles. Mending.