My House Is Stupid Clean Now

The place has not looked this good for 106 days. That’s how long it’s been since my foot surgery, when I panic-cleaned for a week. I know. Even I am shocked by this. It’s been since Thanksgiving, 2019 that company has crossed our threshold. Prepping for visitors is hard work. Even if they are peopleContinue reading “My House Is Stupid Clean Now”

Company’s Coming! Or, The New World Version Of Face Time With Family

Next weekend, we get to do something we have not done in a year and a half. We host a family member in our house. Funny how strange this is. Pre-COVID, I never would have thought about it, beyond the usual tidy up the place and make sure our visitor (my niece) will be comfortableContinue reading “Company’s Coming! Or, The New World Version Of Face Time With Family”

Well, You Asked Me For An Honest Opinion, Right?

Why on earth do people start out a conversation with “Can I get your honest opinion about something?” only to get mad when you provide the requested honest opinion? And worse, why do you ask an older person for an honest opinion? Most of the time, we’re going to give you just that, because weContinue reading “Well, You Asked Me For An Honest Opinion, Right?”

Crack Of Dawn Training: Not All It’s Cracked Up To Be

It’s back to the running, the road bike, and the pool at the butt crack of early morning. The foot is doing well (no bare feet, so no triathlon transitions yet, until after the 90th day post-surgery) and no trail running until late September. No swim fins, either, until the 90th day. But everything elseContinue reading “Crack Of Dawn Training: Not All It’s Cracked Up To Be”

I Ate Bread In The Car And Turned Into My Mother

Did you know it’s a mistake to go into a grocery store early in the morning? It’s true. Not because it’s a bad time to shop (it’s actually pretty empty and easy to get in and get out fast), but because it’s a bad time to know the store has a bakery. We may eatContinue reading “I Ate Bread In The Car And Turned Into My Mother”

Time Left in Rehab Hell: 48 Hours And Counting

Monday, 10 a.m. The last surgeon appointment for my foot. Seven days of steroids (to remove what little swelling is left) and we are done and basically good to go. I now have a matched set of titanium screws and plates, probably worth more than all the rest of me. And yes, I plan toContinue reading “Time Left in Rehab Hell: 48 Hours And Counting”

I’d Like Your Product If Only I Could Open It

Another day, another cut finger and another $#@!&* after trying to open yet another adult-proof package. This time, it was a container of vegetable shortening. Really. Harmless plastic container to look at, but the lid was almost lethal to one of my fingers. It took a knife and a pair of pliers to destroy theContinue reading “I’d Like Your Product If Only I Could Open It”

This Surgical Boot Is No Longer Made For Walkin’

Staples, boot, and bandages are a thing of the past, and I can put weight on both feet now. Not bad at 25 days out of surgery. Thursday will be the full four weeks, and by next week, after another post-operative visit, I hope to be on the bike, at least on the indoor trainer,Continue reading “This Surgical Boot Is No Longer Made For Walkin’”

Foot Up, Out Of Action — Just Temporary

I waited out the pandemic to do it, but it’s done. That fugly foot bump known as a bunion was shaved off my left foot and into history nine days ago, by the same surgeon who did the same thing on my right foot twenty years ago. My toes are blue-black (at least, what littleContinue reading “Foot Up, Out Of Action — Just Temporary”

Hills? We Have Hills In Florida?

I have a few road race traditions I follow, and one of them is a race on Memorial Day. Except this year, the race was moved to a new venue. A new, pain-inducing venue. For almost 30 years, this 5K was a nice, mostly flat, fast course through a small, wealthy bedroom community north ofContinue reading “Hills? We Have Hills In Florida?”