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Feeling creaky...
Dec. 3rd, 2011 09:24 pmI had hoped we might do something out-of-the ordinary today, like maybe visit Manhattan, but it was not to be. Instead, we did more yard work, during which I stepped into a leaf-filled hole in the front lawn that had become covered when I laid down the tarp I've been using to haul the leaves out back.
The result was straight out of the slapstick tradition, except that it took me a few moments to check to make sure I hadn't wounded anything more substantial than my pride with the fall. I appear to be okay, but it took a while for my shoulder to get back to normal.
I came back from shopping this afternoon to the sight of a police car, with its lights on, parked on the side of the road across from our house, a couple of dozen yards from a huge breach in the brick wall that fences in the property across the street. There was a black sedan, its front smashed, sitting in the breach very nearly perpendicular to the direction of traffic on the road in front of our house. For an instant, my heart stuck in my throat, because the car looked a lot like our old Infiniti, and it looked as if it had come to rest where it was after having come out of our driveway.
As a got closer, it became clear it was not our car, and the driver—a young woman in a red scarf—was not Galina, and that if someone actually tried to shoot out of our driveway and deliberately hit that section of the brick wall, they'd have to go through a telephone pole first. My heartbeat slowly returned to normal.
A bit later, after the accident had been cleared and everyone had gone, Shiloh caught sight of a passing pedestrian walking his dog along the road, and ran down our driveway, out into the street (the first time this has happened, to my knowledge), and started playing a strange game that I can only characterize as showing off for the other dog (ignoring me, as well as the handful of treats I was offering, except to dance around the other dog and occasionally dart to within two arms' length of me and then shoot off in some other direction).
Eventually, Shiloh ran through a gap in a fence onto yet another property, where she proceeded to run through brambles and boggy ground. When I tried to follow, I stepped into a hole (that's two in one day), causing my knee to do things it was not designed to do, although not excessively so. Galina came to my rescue, driving the Ford, and eventually Shiloh could not resist the lure of riding in a car. I limped home in the time it took Galina to drive to where she could safely make a U-turn and drive back.
A hot shower—during which I washed a considerable amount of mud out of Shiloh's coat—made the knee feel better, but now and again through the preparation of dinner, I'd feel a twinge.
Dinner was quinoa with broccoli, chicken, and onion. Very nice. In between this and that, I boiled slices of ginger in a 50/50 solution of water and sugar, with the intent of making candied ginger, and I put together the ingredients for bread/pizza dough. I must have gotten distracted, however, while doing the latter, because I ended up adding entirely too much water to the dry ingredients. Fortunately, I've been doing this long enough to get a feel for what the end product of the mix ought to look like, so I added more flour until the dough looked about right. I'm letting it rise overnight; I'll see how good my eyeballing attempt was in the morning.
I'll be back in top form tomorrow morning, with any luck, but if experience is any indicator, I had best know how to put my hands on that bottle of liniment that's somewhere around here.
Cheers...
The result was straight out of the slapstick tradition, except that it took me a few moments to check to make sure I hadn't wounded anything more substantial than my pride with the fall. I appear to be okay, but it took a while for my shoulder to get back to normal.
I came back from shopping this afternoon to the sight of a police car, with its lights on, parked on the side of the road across from our house, a couple of dozen yards from a huge breach in the brick wall that fences in the property across the street. There was a black sedan, its front smashed, sitting in the breach very nearly perpendicular to the direction of traffic on the road in front of our house. For an instant, my heart stuck in my throat, because the car looked a lot like our old Infiniti, and it looked as if it had come to rest where it was after having come out of our driveway.
As a got closer, it became clear it was not our car, and the driver—a young woman in a red scarf—was not Galina, and that if someone actually tried to shoot out of our driveway and deliberately hit that section of the brick wall, they'd have to go through a telephone pole first. My heartbeat slowly returned to normal.
A bit later, after the accident had been cleared and everyone had gone, Shiloh caught sight of a passing pedestrian walking his dog along the road, and ran down our driveway, out into the street (the first time this has happened, to my knowledge), and started playing a strange game that I can only characterize as showing off for the other dog (ignoring me, as well as the handful of treats I was offering, except to dance around the other dog and occasionally dart to within two arms' length of me and then shoot off in some other direction).
Eventually, Shiloh ran through a gap in a fence onto yet another property, where she proceeded to run through brambles and boggy ground. When I tried to follow, I stepped into a hole (that's two in one day), causing my knee to do things it was not designed to do, although not excessively so. Galina came to my rescue, driving the Ford, and eventually Shiloh could not resist the lure of riding in a car. I limped home in the time it took Galina to drive to where she could safely make a U-turn and drive back.
A hot shower—during which I washed a considerable amount of mud out of Shiloh's coat—made the knee feel better, but now and again through the preparation of dinner, I'd feel a twinge.
Dinner was quinoa with broccoli, chicken, and onion. Very nice. In between this and that, I boiled slices of ginger in a 50/50 solution of water and sugar, with the intent of making candied ginger, and I put together the ingredients for bread/pizza dough. I must have gotten distracted, however, while doing the latter, because I ended up adding entirely too much water to the dry ingredients. Fortunately, I've been doing this long enough to get a feel for what the end product of the mix ought to look like, so I added more flour until the dough looked about right. I'm letting it rise overnight; I'll see how good my eyeballing attempt was in the morning.
I'll be back in top form tomorrow morning, with any luck, but if experience is any indicator, I had best know how to put my hands on that bottle of liniment that's somewhere around here.
Cheers...
