Because of a computer problem, I didn’t get my car to Brahler (car repair enterprise; good people) and like an idiot, when they offered to drive me home, I declined, saying it was close enough I could walk. It was only eight blocks. They’d determine the problem and give me an estimate.
My feet have been chilly in winter for two years. This year, they’re chilly all the time. I knew the walk would do me good. After experiencing what in retrospect was a major problem with my lower back earlier this spring, I felt ever since like I was balancing my torso on a golf tee where my spine was. It gradually got better, and last week the tentativeness of feeling below that golf tee it appeared to be gone. As I started my walk home, what had returned Sunday for some reason was even more evident. It was no trouble walking, but I felt I was walking on low stilts. The moderately cool temperature I felt when I got into the car to take it for servicing (about 84) has gone up — it seemed 20 degrees, but I’m exaggerating. I felt I had an extra pound of lead in the souls of my shoes.
I wasn’t winded (tired) when I walked in the front door. Aside from the leg tentativeness, I had enjoyed the hike. Any other time of my life, I would have kept walking for another half an hour, just for the exercise, but being home for the rest of the afternoon is mandatory.
No word yet from Brahler. I dread the phone call. After it comes in, I’m going to call a cab company to see when I need to call them so I can get to work at 8. (”I can hardly wait to wake and get to work at 8. Nothin’s quite the same as the pajama game.” — from the musical The Pajama Game - the first musical show that grabbed my attention and didn’t let go.)
On the other hand, if Brahler says I can travel on the bad wheel bearing or whatever it is if I don’t exceed 35 miles an hour, I’ll drive the car.
And the printer a good friend gave me last week is kaplooey. I need a new one because I’m not going to buy fresh ink cartridges for this one on the bet that will make it better. I’m going to email my conventional mail correspondence to myself at work so I can print and mail it from there.
I’ve been saving pictures accumulating on CDs since 2001 for my Facebook albums. I can be liberal when the space is free.
Alzo on the positive side, thanks to my preparation to go to Brahler today, my fingernails are they cleanest they’ve been in weeks!
Live long . . . . . . . and proper.
