What a Week!

AND it's only Tuesday fer Bast's sake.

First off, I’m still having a sad over Leonard Nimoy moving on to the next, other, great galaxy. Yes I KNOW, he was 83 years old and had lived a big full glorious life. He was an artist and a champion—Mr. Nimoy did a lot of good in his 83 years on the planet.

I won’t sing more of an honor song beyond saying that I wish he was still around taking pics. I saw a show of his, years back, at the Michelson Gallery in Northampton. Just blew me away.

So many, who actually knew him AND are much more eloquent than I, have done the job wonderfully. There's Richard Michelson of the R. Michelson Gallery, Zachary Quinto (AKA new Spock), Wesley Crusher (AKA actor Wil Wheaton), and William Shatner to name and link to just a few.

 Next The Amazing Bob’s third (of six) chemo infusions is this Thursday. There’s been some shifts in his meds which will hopefully head off another post chemo heart attack (he's two for two now). Trying to remain calm. Triking would surely help. In lieu of that, I’ll mall walk (sigh) and start painting vines and sunflowers on the kitchen walls today. Maybe some more work on the koi.

And then there’s Jen’s beloved Aunt Pat. She’s just been diagnosed with ovarian cancer and now she has pneumonia. Things are looking bleak.

Oh and those Yaktrax that I've been singing the praises of?

They're fabola on ice BUT nothing else. They've GOT to be removed the minute I go inside and attempt walking on regular, not frozen, snow and ice covered, floors. Why? It's like walking on skyscraper high geta for fuck's sake!

Have I done that in this last month of wearing nothing else but my yaktraxed boots? No. I'm out and about running errands—not in any one place for more than 30 to 60 minutes—so, shortsighted, lazy-ass me, no, I haven't. The fucked up gait I've been rockin' has done a job on my hamstrings. I've been in stupid amounts of pain. I switched back to my sneakers, have taken a couple days off from mall walking and have increased my stretching exercises. The aches and cramps are lessening BUT I've fallen on the ice.

OOF! 

Also too—Rocco is awfully fond of my heating pad. I have to gently shift him over or tempt him away with kittie weed and treats when I want to take advantage of it.

bitch, whine, snivel, kvetch, moan.

the slowly shrinking snowpack