La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
MY BRUISED RIGHT FOOT CONTINUES to improve. I walked 5 miles yesterday without much pain. Then I fell up the steps coming home and landed (lightly) on the “sciatic” hip. All seems well — except for a swollen finger. My immediate thought was, “Will someone just shoot me now?!?” I got over it.
To help cushion my foot, I’ve been wearing those new shoes (click here) that are one size too big. I added two padded insoles and I wear thick socks. However, I didn’t appreciate that I naturally know where my feet end. These shoes extend an extra inch or so, which means I keep bumping into things (like the stairs). It’s time to change the shoes.
Jesica and I had English class Tuesday. She completed her official online English Tourism course and earned a 9.3 out of 10. She shared the three questions she had a problem with. Two were not well written and the answers were debatable. The third was incorrect English. Jesica knew better. If the exam had been written better, she would have earned a 10. What a whiz!
The aloe vera in our entry hall are in bloom. The tallest spike reaches about 6 feet (183 cm).
Several evenings ago, with stormy seas in the background, I watched from the terrace as an adult and three kids collected seashells (they finally had to run before being swamped by the surf). Another group of three were playing with a remote-control car. I wanted to join them. I always wanted one of those.
I haven’t had the heart to recycle the Le Creuset box. Dudo seems to really enjoy it. Sometimes he uses it like a skate board. I wish I could catch that on video. Moose has stepped in once or twice. He usually likes to let Dudo check things out first as you can see by the photos taken in the hall.
Yesterday wasn’t a great day. Today is, so far, better. Covid dreams are starting the days out badly. I woke Thursday after a series of anxiety dreams. The final one ended with me swearing at someone I recognized but can’t now place. I yelled, “This is MY house, so put on your @%#^ing mask or get the @%#^ out!”
Last night, I dreamt I had clawed at my own forehead. When I got out of bed at 8:30, I looked in the mirror and discovered it wasn’t a dream. I just clipped my finely groomed fingernails down to nubs.
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MI PIE DERECHO BRUISED SIGUE mejorando. Caminé 8 km (5 millas ayer) sin mucho dolor. Luego me caí por los escaleras al regresar a casa y aterricé (ligeramente) en la cadera “ciática”. Todo parece estar bien, excepto por un dedo hinchado. Mi pensamiento inmediato fue: “¿Alguien me disparará ahora?” Lo superé.
Para ayudar a amortiguar mi pie, he estado usando esos zapatos nuevos (haz clic aquí) que son una talla más grande. Agregué dos plantillas acolchadas y uso calcetines gruesos. Sin embargo, no aprecié que sepa naturalmente dónde terminan mis pies. Estos zapatos se extienden aproximadamente una pulgada más, lo que significa que sigo chocando con cosas (como las escaleras). Es hora de cambiar los zapatos.
Jesica y yo tuvimos clase de inglés el martes. Completó su curso oficial de turismo de inglés en línea y obtuvo un 9,3 sobre 10. Compartió las tres preguntas con las que tenía un problema. Dos no estaban bien redactados y las respuestas eran discutibles. El tercero era un inglés incorrecto. Jesica lo sabía mejor. Si el examen se hubiera redactado mejor, habría obtenido un 10. ¡Qué genio!
El aloe vera en nuestro vestíbulo de entrada está en flor. La espiga más alta alcanza unos 183 cm (6 pies).
Hace varias noches, con mares tormentosos de fondo, observé desde la terraza como un adulto y tres niños recogían conchas marinas (finalmente tuvieron que correr antes de ser abrumados por las olas). Otro grupo de tres jugaba con un coche a control remoto. Quería unirme a ellos. Siempre quise uno de esos.
No he tenido valor para reciclar la caja de Le Creuset. Dudo parece disfrutarlo mucho. A veces lo usa como una patineta. Ojalá pudiera ver eso en video. Moose ha intervenido una o dos veces. Por lo general, le gusta dejar que Dudo revise las cosas primero, como se puede ver en las fotos tomadas en el pasillo.
Ayer no fue un gran día. Hoy es, hasta ahora, mejor. Los sueños de Covid empiezan mal los días. Me desperté el jueves después de una serie de sueños de ansiedad. La última terminó maldiciendo a alguien a quien reconocí pero que ahora no puedo ubicar. Grité: “¡Esta es MI casa, así que ponte tu @%#^ing máscara o saca el @%#^!”
Anoche, soñé que me había arañado la frente. Cuando me levanté de la cama a las 8:30, me miré al espejo y descubrí que no era un sueño. Simplemente corté mis uñas finamente cuidadas hasta las protuberancias.
Moose mira a Dudo en busca de pájaros a través de un orificio de drenaje en el pasillo.
Moose inspecciona a Dudo inspeccionando las suculentas colgantes.
Moose: ¿Qué estás haciendo TÚ?
• Mi nueva ropa de dormir (realmente no) de XpressSpa®. Muy sexy. Están forrados de gel y están diseñados para usarse con crema de manos. Los he usado una vez. Pegajosos (y demasiado pequeños).
i have some very comfortable (and exceedingly ugly) orthotic flipflops that stick out longer in front than my usual shoes and I constantly trip over things in them. I just ordered some smaller ones.
I like how Moose keeps an eye on you and Dudo – someone has to!
Wilma:
It never dawned on me the size would cause problems like that. Moose hates to miss anything. If he hears us talking, he’ll get up from a seemingly sound sleep and join us with his head hanging down and his eyes half closed.
Empty boxes make excellent cat toys, especially when they are just the right size. Are you sure the cats didn’t get the top of your head trying to remind you it was time for a snack? Buy yourself the toy, it is never too late to have another childhood.
David:
I could buy the toy to play with Luke and Beckett. Finger position of the three scratches match mine perfectly.
Here we fo with accidents again. I think you better wear those bubbles suits i got you for Christmas.
I love that new. Le Creuset!!!!!!!! Looks like he’s thinking….But where’s the liter?
Mistress Maddie:
What do you mean “accidents again”? Was there a pause? If so, I wish someone had told ME.
Oh, Scoot! You’re a hazard to your own health even while asleep! It’s a good thing you have all of that beautiful aloe out there. You’re going to need lots of it. I hope your foot feels better soon. Get shoes that fit, for crying in a bucket! You don’t need longer ones to aid in the tripping over your own two feet. I speak from experience 🙁
The kitties are purty, as usual. Cat-in-the-box is a special treat 🙂
Deedles:
I need a padded room for multiple reasons.
that aloe! and the cat boys! and the sea waves!
anne marie:
There are some pretty amazing blooms right now. I’ve been collecting pictures. Dudo and Moose are settled for afternoon naps. And the sea is calling me.
Perhaps opera gloves to sleep in?
An escalator to go up and down?
A personal shoe shopper??
Bob:
An escalator could be REALLY dangerous. I considered taking the elevator, but I prefer the exercise. Stoop-id. I would LOVE a personal shopper… or stylist.
I assumed your post title referred to some tussle with Moose or Dudo. But it turns out YOU’RE the dangerous Mister Claw! And congrats to Jesica! You’re a good tutor and she’s a good student!
Debra:
I’ve done more damage to myself than the cats ever have. Jesica is a wonder.
LOVE the Aloe plants!! Spectacular!
Sometimes I have to get shoes one size larger to get the width I require and I know what you are talking about re that extra 1/2 to an inch that you are not used to. I have tripped a few times.
Funny, I always wanted one to those remote control cars too! lol One day maybe……
Jim:
Maybe this will be the year for us both get remote control cars!
I can empathize with you and your pandemic-induced stress dreams, Mitchell, as I’ve had many myself! Perhaps it was Dudo or Moose who scratched your head trying to stop your REM sleep phase the way PTSD dogs do? Cats rarely make good service animals, although your pair seem really dedicated to patrolling your house and balcony, LOL! And buy yourself that remote controlled toy you’ve always wanted and have fun with it on your beautiful beach!
Tundra Bunny:
The claw marks match my hand perfectly. Besides, Dudo and Moose would never intentionally do that (so they tell me). I SHOULD buy one of those cars. SG would love it, too, I think.
I cherish those days when “nothing hurts”
Frank:
Oh, I didn’t mean to lead you to believe nothing hurt. Just nothing NEW!
I wonder if the dreams really are about COVID. I had nightmares about the attack three nights in a row last week. After the third night, when I woke up I realized that what was really bothering me was I had things I needed to do that I was putting off. I spent a day catching up on that stuff, and the nightmares went away–until this morning when I dreamed I went for a walk in my pajamas carrying a blanket and let myself in an elderly neighbor’s house (she wasn’t home) and allowed her dog to get away. I came back home and wondered what I’d do when the police found my fingerprints all over the place. Then I woke up. I knew immediately that I needed to call Carol to tell her about a possible treatment for her great-granddaughter who had COVID. I have no idea what that dream had to do with Carol, the great-grand, or COVID.
Love,
Janie
Janie:
Wow. Those are some crazy dreams. I remember so little of mine as the minutes pass. But I have been having more anxiety dreams lately… and many variations of being in crowds of people who aren’t wearing masks.
Why recycle the box at all? It’s being put to good use. At least Dudo seems to think so.
Kirk:
I found Dudo sleeping in the box at 4 this morning. So, it’s still here in my office. But leaving it here gets on my borderline-OCD nerves. I’m trying.
The aloe plants are amazing! And the kitties are kute!
Walt the Fourth:
I thinned out the aloe a lot this year. Have more to do, as well as cleaning up. But sliding the planters around works on my last [sciatic] nerve. We love them out there.