Tumbled Words

I can, I really can, except when the morning storm on the ocean hides what is behind it.

This morning we managed an hour walk from door and back, including three flights of stairs. It was only 77 when we came back. If only it never got warmer. (Make that hotter.) We only saw ONE person on the beach, a runner. This weekend is the first opportunity we have taken to walk on the beach. It is worth the move, I think!

Last night we watched some of the fireworks from the beach between the buildings, later moseyed to the front of the parking lot - better view - of three different displays. Perfect night to be watching. I didn’t have the good camera and had no tripod or railing to lean against, so pictures are not gorgeous like one Leanne of Intricate Art posted. Her photo is different, a fascinating tight spiral leading up to the burst. You must, you must, go see it here!

Tags: beach, fireworks, photo

Back off!

No, don’t run away in fear. Don’t shrink back carefully a step or two. It’s the other use of those two words. I probably should have used a comma: Back, off! Probably still not the right expression, but my back is not “out”, just in pain, so I consider it “off”. The muscles decided my brain is off in dumb land - and to prevent further bending, stretching, and misuse, they finally sent pain alerts up to my brain. You would think they would have reacted BEFORE I over did it quite so much, but no, my muscles have to just let my brain continue being dumb and allow me to keep bending and stretching.

And then, the one man who does more for me on a daily basis than most men would for their wives calls and desperately needs an invoice typed, printed, and scanned. How could I say, “No,” to Leon when he is at the client’s waiting for this and it is obvious my expedience would be nice.

Of course, the printer is across the room, and a bit heavy and has to be moved to the temporary location of the iMac - up on the kitchen counter. And, of course, again, i have to first get off the temporary bed here, at six inches off the ground, before I can pick up said printer with already strained back. And, of course this simple task took so long, he called to see why I hadn’t sent it yet… though he was nice when he asked.

And, of course, though he said, “Don’t lay back down, sit in a chair!”, I ignored him and managed to get back down 6 inches off the ground. Somehow, I forgot the TV remote….

But… at least he is bringing dinner… sometime. Maybe he will help me back up so I can eat it.

And yeah, Leon, before you can say it, let me: you told me so! (But isn’t it great to say it to me occasionally rather than hearing it from me once again? Grin)

Edit: I eventually sat in the chair, but even before that it was a bit better. Yes!

Tags: bad back

• I love the internet. We lost touch with a friend because we misplaced his address and then we moved. We had been searching off and on for years, but were not successful — but he was! He found my blogs. Definitely brought a smile to our faces, he was one of our favorite people - and Leon found him great to work with as a fellow actor as well!
  
  It was so cool to see a comment on my blog that gave me enough of a hint I knew! We have since been in contact by email.
  
  Yes, I love the internet- both for meeting new cool people - and for finding the old, among other reasons.
• Leon is going to introduce himself to the complainer — nicely, not puff up his chest like an animal and rant… after all, it must be hard living beneath someone when the floors are tile - but then, if this condo wanted extreme quiet they should have made carpeting mandatory.
• I am pacing like a caged tiger, but trying to pace with a dancer’s gait rather than my foot landing hard on the floor — seems the harder I try the less dance like it gets… And, no, I did not put on spike heels to dance-pace in — I’m trying to put myself in his shoes, but in the shoes I normally wear, thongs or hiking boots with quiet soles, I would just think, oh, they must be doing something, and I would turn up the volume on my TV or go back to my blogging.
• If we stay, we are going to try to mitigate the noise of the desk chairs rolling across the tile out of courtesy - not because he is a complainer, but would for anyone who lives beneath us for I cannot stay still unless I am lost in reading. I saw plastic pieces for tile floors, not sure if they would dampen the sound enough — if I get rugs, it will have to be bath mats laid together so I can wash them weekly in hot water — I don’t do chemicals — and I am allergic to dust mites.
• Our downstairs neighbor will get quiet this morning — other than I bumped the wall sweeping. I am not doing a thing until Leon gets back from his meetings; the slat sets for the bed are both stacked a bit precariously on a set of wire drawers with other stuff stacked around them - and if I bump them –well, you know. So, I’m just going to imagine the floor plan if we stay. And, yes, I could stretch that thought process all day if need be.

Tags: condo living, friends, internet