Hasn't been too bad today, at least not until this evening.
I was telling Alan today that I am so very happy that we purchased a new a/c-heat pump earlier this summer, actually it was in the cold spring. It has been doing its job.
Every day this past week I had intended on going swimming in the a.m., but each morning as I stepped out on the open porch, it was too hot, so I just went back into the air cooled house and stayed put. We keep our thermometer at 79 in the summer, 69 in the winter. And 79 is just right for me and Alan, except when I get those hot spells a few times during the day.
Tomorrow is church. I hope the a/c is working well. I don't do heat at all. I never have. My mom used to tell me to just sit in front of the fan and not to move. So, if the porch wasn't breezy enough, I'd head indoors and sit in front of the fan and read a book or work a puzzle. I can't believe we didn't have any air conditioning back when I was a kid or when I was growing up. We didn't have air conditioning until we moved to Cincinnati. And except for a few well placed fans we did okay.
Now I don't know how I would survive without it. Actually? I probably wouldn't. I just be a statistic.
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Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Six days
Well, it's been six days and today is the first time in those six that I've had to take a pain pill, and it worked right away. I'm doing so well.
I had some wonderful pink-bunny days this week. What's a pink-bunny day? It's a day when I just keep going and going and going. I may be late getting started each day, but once I do, I'm off and walking fast.
I didn't say "running" because I don't run any more.
I'm missing people like crazy. Grandchildren, cousins, children, siblings, friends. I guess it's because I can do things currently that I'm missing people.
I've read some good books, at least good from my perspective, so far this summer. My Kindle now holds 738 unread books, and 525 books I've either read or read a few pages and then deleted (or put into the archives). I need to go through my archives and finally delete those no-good books.
You can't really tell from the description whether you will like a book. For me, I've now decided that I'm only downloading books from Christian publishers, or books by authors I've read in the past, OR books mentioned by Glen Beck or Rush or Mark Levin.
So, tomorrow I'll get down to the pool before it gets too, too hot. Well that would be around 3 a.m., I suppose, but I can't get in before 9 a.m. Hopefully the water won't be too warm and I'll be able to keep cool for an hour or so before I have to leave the pool water and go home.
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I had some wonderful pink-bunny days this week. What's a pink-bunny day? It's a day when I just keep going and going and going. I may be late getting started each day, but once I do, I'm off and walking fast.
I didn't say "running" because I don't run any more.
I'm missing people like crazy. Grandchildren, cousins, children, siblings, friends. I guess it's because I can do things currently that I'm missing people.
I've read some good books, at least good from my perspective, so far this summer. My Kindle now holds 738 unread books, and 525 books I've either read or read a few pages and then deleted (or put into the archives). I need to go through my archives and finally delete those no-good books.
You can't really tell from the description whether you will like a book. For me, I've now decided that I'm only downloading books from Christian publishers, or books by authors I've read in the past, OR books mentioned by Glen Beck or Rush or Mark Levin.
So, tomorrow I'll get down to the pool before it gets too, too hot. Well that would be around 3 a.m., I suppose, but I can't get in before 9 a.m. Hopefully the water won't be too warm and I'll be able to keep cool for an hour or so before I have to leave the pool water and go home.
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Friday, July 15, 2011
my life
Well, I had a lumbar epidural steroidal injection (in the spine) to relief the horrible pain I've been having for 6 weeks caused by my sciatic nerve being out of whack. I had 36 hours of relief then the pain came back again. It's not as bad as it was on the day I received the injection, but it is bad enough that I don't want to do much.
I thank God, though, for the few hours of non-sleeping time during which I enjoyed walking FAST.
Today I'm heading out the farmer's market at Lunken Airport. That's a smallish airport near where we used to live on the east side of Cincinnati. There has been a farmer's market there every summer for at least 37 years -- as long as we've been out here.
Today I shall certainly buy tomatoes and peaches. Hopefully some cucumbers, and maybe some early corn. Melons -- Indiana Melons -- like a cantaloupe but bigger and sweeter.
I have started several exercises that are supposed to relieve the pain of the sciatic nerve flareup. I hope it works. So far--I'm waiting.
I had a bad spell last night. Poor Alan. I am so discouraged about my immobility after several hours of enjoying walking again. So he did something or said something that annoyed me, and I yelled at him -- just exploded and I don't even remember what I said or what it was about. But I do remember saying after the screaming and yelling: "At least there's something I can do, and I do it well."
TTFN
I thank God, though, for the few hours of non-sleeping time during which I enjoyed walking FAST.
Today I'm heading out the farmer's market at Lunken Airport. That's a smallish airport near where we used to live on the east side of Cincinnati. There has been a farmer's market there every summer for at least 37 years -- as long as we've been out here.
Today I shall certainly buy tomatoes and peaches. Hopefully some cucumbers, and maybe some early corn. Melons -- Indiana Melons -- like a cantaloupe but bigger and sweeter.
I have started several exercises that are supposed to relieve the pain of the sciatic nerve flareup. I hope it works. So far--I'm waiting.
I had a bad spell last night. Poor Alan. I am so discouraged about my immobility after several hours of enjoying walking again. So he did something or said something that annoyed me, and I yelled at him -- just exploded and I don't even remember what I said or what it was about. But I do remember saying after the screaming and yelling: "At least there's something I can do, and I do it well."
TTFN
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Fireworks
I know this is a little late. I know the 4th of July was a couple of days ago, but back problems and not being able to sit have hindered any posting on my part.
This post is a vent.
It was Sunday, the 3rd of July, and what to my ears do I hear? Fireworks. Not the in-the-yard type of fireworks, but real, over the roof, town-type fireworks.
You see from my deck I can see 8 towns' fireworks displays. Yes 8. And on the 4th of July it's quite a sight.
Well, this year, three towns decided to do their fireworks thing on the 3rd. Excuse me but the 4th of July is the 4th of July, not the 3rd. And that is the day we celebrate. Why would a town have the 'works on the 3rd instead of the 4th? The reasoning is beyond me. Alan thinks it's because people have to go to work the day after the 4th.
So what? When I was growing up and until recent years people went to work on the 5th of July and the parades and fireworks were on the 4th, regardless of the day following the 4th being a work day. No one cared. Fireworks were (and still are, I hope) a traditional way to celebrate our independence.
And another vent: The news media spent the 4th honoring our troops -- which I'm not complaining about per se -- but said little or nothing about the 4th being the celebration of our independence and the beginning of our country. Yes, we should honor our troops, upon which we depend for our current independence, but hey media folks, get with it. The 4th of July is the celebration of our independence. Give us a little history, if you know any, about how it came to be, how we declared to King George that we were going it on our own without his help. How George didn't like that and sent all kinds of troops to put us in our place. They lost their place, we won ours.
So, it's now the 6th of July and I'm just getting around to venting about the 4th. I love the 4th. I love the tradition. The parades. The picnics. The fireworks. The family get togethers. The celebration of our independence! And, oh yes, this year I was able to watch five towns' fireworks displays from my sunporch. The wind was blowing the other way, so the sound wasn't too loud this year, but I loved it, even if three towns were missing.
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This post is a vent.
It was Sunday, the 3rd of July, and what to my ears do I hear? Fireworks. Not the in-the-yard type of fireworks, but real, over the roof, town-type fireworks.
You see from my deck I can see 8 towns' fireworks displays. Yes 8. And on the 4th of July it's quite a sight.
Well, this year, three towns decided to do their fireworks thing on the 3rd. Excuse me but the 4th of July is the 4th of July, not the 3rd. And that is the day we celebrate. Why would a town have the 'works on the 3rd instead of the 4th? The reasoning is beyond me. Alan thinks it's because people have to go to work the day after the 4th.
So what? When I was growing up and until recent years people went to work on the 5th of July and the parades and fireworks were on the 4th, regardless of the day following the 4th being a work day. No one cared. Fireworks were (and still are, I hope) a traditional way to celebrate our independence.
And another vent: The news media spent the 4th honoring our troops -- which I'm not complaining about per se -- but said little or nothing about the 4th being the celebration of our independence and the beginning of our country. Yes, we should honor our troops, upon which we depend for our current independence, but hey media folks, get with it. The 4th of July is the celebration of our independence. Give us a little history, if you know any, about how it came to be, how we declared to King George that we were going it on our own without his help. How George didn't like that and sent all kinds of troops to put us in our place. They lost their place, we won ours.
So, it's now the 6th of July and I'm just getting around to venting about the 4th. I love the 4th. I love the tradition. The parades. The picnics. The fireworks. The family get togethers. The celebration of our independence! And, oh yes, this year I was able to watch five towns' fireworks displays from my sunporch. The wind was blowing the other way, so the sound wasn't too loud this year, but I loved it, even if three towns were missing.
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