> Nick, what happened to the stove exhaust filter?
A few days before Halloween, I finally had a chance to putter around the old railroad bridge in downtown and take a few pictures. A bajillion, actually, but one's probably plenty. Thing I learned: Old railroad bridges look cool but are popular places for people to hang out and drink. And pee. A lot. Thankfully, this blog lacks smell-o-gram.
Besides, hanging out at smelly bridges, what've I been up to this past month? Nothing. Retail managers who are single parents do nothing in November except run.
Sort of. In an astonishing show of gracelessness, I kicked a rolling chair out from under myself because I'm apparently incapable of sitting down while reading.Who needs multitasking anyway? Anyhoo, I absolutely arsed up my right knee. Truth be told, the arthritis was a lot worse than I realized so it was pretty arsed up before the fall. We could call that moment the straw that broke the camel's back or at the very least tore a ligament and a meniscus. Oy vay. After 30 tiresome days on crutches, I had a follow up MRI appointment Wednesday. The knee, it is a hot mess, in the sort of way that caused a handsome ortho surgeon to inquire exactly what I'd done over the years to have this much of a messed up knee at such a young age. Apparently being 43 with a 73 year old knee is not the norm. Who knew? Dr Handsome drained the knee and loaded it up with cortisone- which hurts like a bastard. Not the injection itself but later that night OH EM GEE though I'm now able to walk, albeit quite slowly ( think great grandma walking uphill in the cold through a wall of molasses. THAT slow) without the trusty aluminum crutches. The cortisone is to get me through the next 5 weeks of retail hell after which we shall formulate a long term treatment plan involving permanent weight loss (though I big time had the weight loss epiphany the morning after stepping out of bed, falling down, and discovering that walking unassisted wasn't in the immediate future), PT, and maybe a touch of surgery to try and clean up the meniscus a bit. That part's questionable. Half the knee's bone on bone (cartilage, schmartilage- who needs it?) and loaded with bone spurs which causes ongoing damage to the meniscus so any repair we do isn't a long term solution. So December's unofficially research the knee options month.
Today, however, was the first day without crutches day and for that I am grateful. I am also grateful that I don't have to spend all of my walking time staring at the floor whilst crutching along. It's humbling (and scary) to discover how much miscellaneous crap on the floor can turn a crutch into a glider, especially when you consider how messy people are.
But enough about my knee (possibly a glass of wine before blogging after a month hiatus isn't a good idea), here's the old Westfield Whip Manufacturing building (which apparently, is still lit at night even though it's a hulking ivy covered ruin and definitely no longer the site of any sort of buggy whip production.)
And sometimes the pictures end up sideways, which confuses me a bit because they look perfectly fine when I'm writing the post and then I look at the blog after it's posted and the trees are horizontal.
I've taken to hanging out in the local cemeteries. The dead are FAR less demanding than the living. Plus, the trees are pretty.
It's pretty interesting stuff living next the mountains. I'm not used to thunderstorms on 60 degree afternoons but here we are:
The woman in the apartment next door has improvised a marvelous flower and veggie garden amongst the boring foundation plantings. A riot of tomatoes, summer squash, and herbs all but smother the evergreen shrubbery. Pots of phlox, petunias, and daisies sprawl down her back steps and across the small lawn until they're stopped abruptly by a tree- potted, of course, and covered in bird feeders. Birds and black squirrels provide early morning entertainment - we can watch them from the kitchen table through the sliding glass door It's wonderful bit of chaos erupting from a sea of uniform tiny green lawns.
This morning, it was cool and perfect for coffee outside, watching the critters breakfasting, and thinking in peace. I finally figured that the odd length of twine strung from the shrubs to Sherry's bedroom window that's puzzled me for two months was for the morning glories to climb. Every morning, she wakes up to a trail of morning glories floating all the way up to her second floor window. How cool is that?
We live on top of a bluff. I'd chosen this location specifically because it puts us well above the downtown flood plain (downtown Westfield's surrounded by 2 rivers and is prone to flash flooding. No thank you.) Even so, the first time I looked down on the tree tops, it was still a little weird.