I guess I should quit whining about the heat and humidity in Minnesota. Back home in Arizona the weather has been much more nasty since this is the monsoon season. Here is a clip of what it looked like recently as reported by the local news.
Our neighbor snapped several shots of the damage nearby. The roof of one car port went flying into another person's house...ouch.
There's lots of trees down in Patriot Park.
Our biggest damage seems to be the storage shed getting blown over and the door coming off, very minor compared to others.
I've always been thin, skinny, slender, a stick...you get the idea all my life. Until menopause hit and reset all my wiring. It's still fun to see my photos from the "old days".
Some of my favorite years were when I was involved in karate. Here's the teacher photo from way back. We weren't allowed to smile...very serious people here. I'm the one on the left holding the bo staff...my weapon of choice.
This is Left Brain and I doing some drills. Note he still had hair. Well, at least some.
I had such lofty goals when I left Arizona last May. My plans were to grow my hair out, lose 50 pounds and amaze everyone when I returned to Arizona. Ha! The hair is starting to grow, can't screw that up...but I've gained three more pounds. Sigh. Coca Cola has been my drug of choice for ages, ever since my mother started feeding it to me in a bottle at eight months of age. But as you can see from the old advertising, this was encouraged in those days.
I've tried to kick the habit many times with no success. Oh, I might go a month or two without it and then bam...I have one and am hooked again. I have finally accepted this as part of my DNA and have moved on. Chocolate is my main food group and I've tried to kick the Hershey's kisses habit as well, but find myself gobbling down chocolate chips and any other form that's out there. Kind of like a drunk that will drink the mouthwash. It's not pretty, but it's what it is. At least the dark chocolate is good for the heart.
Thank goodness I never started smoking, or that would be another in my list of confessions. Yes, I tried it...at age seven. Didn't like it much and haven't tried it again since. Generally I'm an upbeat and happy person, but sometimes things just drag me down for no reason. I figure even though I'm way past menopause, I still have a monthly cycle I go through with mood swings and a case of the grumpies. Thankfully I'm married to a wonderful man who understands all my ups and downs and gently helps me roll through them. So. I am what I am and have decided it is enough. There, that felt liberating! Long Live the Queen
I thought I had successfully rebooted my life after the last post, but apparently not. It was one of those mornings where you really don't want to get out of bed in the first place, but you make yourself carry on. The way I've been playing pickleball lately I wasn't feeling up for any tough competition and the heat index was ramping up , so I decided to try my luck playing indoors. The plan was to enjoy some light play, change clothes and do some shopping, get a hair cut, fill the gas tank and have a nice lunch. It was such a good plan. One hour into playing I managed to smack myself in the head with my paddle. Ouch! I could feel an immediate bump but played for a little while anyway but started to feel weird.
I got an ice pack from the office on the way out and decided to just go home and hide in my little cave until I felt better. So message received...if you feel like you should stay home...stay HOME. Long Live the Queen (whose crown will not fit until the swelling has gone down)
Although my life lately has been full and pleasant, there sometimes comes a snag. Then it's time for a reboot. I woke to a gray and windy day, which meant I'd be playing pickleball this morning indoors. When it was time to leave I had Gracie curled up on my lap and was reading my new book. I hated to leave, but off I went. I should have honored my feelings of slothdom and stayed home.
The play at the courts was not very exciting and I was not feeling stimulated at all. Then I went to smack a ball and hit it weird, causing it to fly into my right eye. Ouch. Fortunately my glasses took the blow and double fortunately they did not get broken...smeared up and possibly scratched, but intact. Later on I was waiting on the bench for an open court and decided to tie my shoe. This caused a twinge in my right knee. Come on! Who hurts themselves tying a shoe? I decided to ignore the twinge and got up to play. Barely into the game I swung my paddle, missed the ball and nailed my kneecap with the handle. Zounds! That hurt. I had to quit the game and let someone else take my place. That's when I decided to just go home and lick my wounds. This is where I noticed the low tire pressure signal was on again. This appeared earlier and Left Brain took care of all the tires and it was out for about a week. Now it just seemed alike a metaphor for my day...low pressure warning.
I grabbed a McDonald's breakfast on the way home, showered and climbed into bed so I could restart my day. In the early afternoon I was able to relate my misadventures to Left Brain as I sat all snuggly in my jammies listening to the rain fall. It's so good to have a friend to whine to. Tomorrow will be another day. Long Live the Queen
