How Was Your Day, Dear?

Lemme just tell you about my day.

Frustration number one:
I went out to take an early morning ride, only to find the front tire of my beloved trike had gone all pancakey. There was no fast fix to be had either. I was rockin' a major sad until I remembered that the day was spectacularly gorgeous, temps were still in the 70s AND the tide was out.

BEACH SCRAMBLE!

Frustration zwei:
There was an issue with some Illustrator and InDesign files I’d put together. Sadly and mega embarrassingly, it was only discovered after it got to press. Oof. I felt like an extra groß doofus. I totes should have known this particular, very logical bit of prepress arcana. After all, I’ve been in the printing biz for 682 years now — DOH!

Luckily, my buddy Tim was checking his email while on his first day of a much deserved vaca, saw my how-do-I-fix-this plea and responded. I learned something new. I feel wickedly smart now! Yea!

Obstacle des trois:
I had an appointment with my handsome, charming, Beach Boy-esque neuro-otologist, Doctor Michael McKenna. I have a whole slew of little issues lately so was a bit nervous.  They seemed to mostly all fall into other specialist’s respective bailiwicks but, all the same, The Amazing Bob insisted I ask Doc McKenna wut up. So I did.

Knees and hips:

Have they been hurting and achy because I’m old-ish — is this arthritis? Have I begun the big downhill commute into Constant Aches and Pains City? Am I early to the Senior Specials Party? Shouldn't I at least have grey hair first?

Could I possibly be overdoing it on my sans gears trike? Mebbe I really DO need to get that e² sooner rather than later?

He asked, do they still hurt when you’ve taken a few days off from triking? Um...well, no.
So, OK then, time to do some serious thinking and more research. A new all-geared-up trike is in my near future.

I’ve been getting a lot of headaches lately, particularly while I do housework (OH to have a maid and cleaning crew!). What to do, what to do?!

Take a few Ibuprofen before you start toting, lifting, sweeping and scrubbing. Huh...OK.

My increasingly capricious equilibrium:

DAMN I’m more tippy than ever. Is it because I don’t walk anywhere near as much as I used to because, well, TRIKE! Has my proprioceptive system withered and croaked? Are my eyeballs outta the habit of watching my back, so to speak?

Yeah, probably. Gotta mix up the work outs. Maybe one week with three trike days/four walk days with the following week reversed. Or maybe I can find a way to squeeze both into one day, hmmm? I bet I can.
Apart from that the good doc said that my last scans looked good —no tumor growth and my hearing, such as that anorexic wisp of fluff is, is stable. So, no ABI surgery this year. And then he said I look great and gave me a big ol’ hug.

Have I mentioned that I’m in love with my neuro-otologist?

From there TAB and I motored home through the brutally oppressive mid 90º heat (frustrazione quattro). 93S was, as usual, a parking lot despite it being a full two hours before the theoretical start of rush hour. We were happy as all hell for Bix's AC — first car we’ve had with it.

Even with that beautiful cooling system, a stop at Dairy Freeze for our first soft serve of the summer was in order. We managed to hit the order window before a large crowd descended.

YEA!

All in all not a shabby day at all except for that colossally fucked up, misogynistic, tiny brained, retrograde, intentional misread of the laws and the constitution of our country by five out of nine supreme court justices.

I only mention it but it’d be smart for the imbeciles on the “right” to grok that The Handmaid’s Tale was a work of fiction NOT a blueprint.