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My Life Thus Far
2016-05-03 05:23:14 (UTC)

Like A Night And Day Difference

Compared to last night and this morning, my hip is feeling so much better. Like a night and day difference. Last night it was a challenge finding a comfortable position I could tolerate for any length of time. Even with cannabis on board, it didn't knock all of the pain out. Just a little of it, and I didn't want to take so much that I slept half the day away (because that has happened before). This morning, I could barely walk without limping. I was on a time table, trying to get things done by a certain time (because we planned our little outing for this afternoon), so I couldn't stop in Central to look for a daytime pain killer. Of course the soreness had subsided by the time I could check, but I'd forgotten, AGAIN. Ugh! Maybe tomorrow I'll finally remember. Fingers crossed tonight isn't like last night.

Once I finally got myself moving, I set out to do 4 things:
1.) Get Snookums a new pair of hiking sandals, because his broke.
2.) Get bread and another pair of those ridiculously comfortable hiking pants before they sold out.
3.) Wash Fiona.
4.) Get an oil change.

This wasn't the order of importance, it was the order I ended up getting everything accomplished. I was in and out of REI getting Snookums sandals. I felt like I was stealing them, they were such a good price. I think I spent longer standing in line waiting to pay than I did picking them out. For once they had his size! Which is the struggle I generally encounter buying him anything.

I was in and out of Costco. I knew exactly what I needed and didn't get side-tracked. I've got so much fruit stock-piled, I'm probably going to have to consider freezing some of my bananas in a couple days. All of them are reaching spotty perfection at the same time. It never fails. The Ataulfo mangoes are ripe, and that's what I've been eating, but the large red mangoes are still under ripe, and I don't like them as much firm and tart. I prefer soft and sweet. Which is why I think I never really liked mangoes in the past. I'd eat them firm and tart, and that just doesn't appeal to me.

Washing Fiona was uneventful. I was in and out. Thank goodness for automated car washes. I also got summer windshield washer fluid. The winter stuff can't even begin to touch the amount of bug guts I had going on. I could barely see out with all the distracting smears! Crisis averted. Unfortunately, I got a sobering shock at Jiffy Lube, which you generally think of as a pretty cheap place to get your oil changed... nope. Not for me. Fiona's fancy ass needs full synthetic oil because of her turbo charge (or something. I don't really know, and oil change dude didn't know much more than what his computer told him). I remember at the dealership that they told me she took full synthetic, so I didn't doubt them when they told me that's what I should get. It just came as a shock how expensive it was. Paula (the Impala) used to get a $40 oil change once every 4 or 5 months. Fiona most definitely goes much longer between oil changes. She's had 2 (including today's) in the 16 months I've owned her. That's pretty impressive. So, really it probably evens out. It's still a bit of a culture shock paying $100 for an oil change. Ouch. Better work that into the budget.

As planned, we took the kids (and dad) back to Old Fort Townsend State Park. Just as we expected, the kids loved it. I don't know how dad felt about it, but it appeared he enjoyed the serene atmosphere. We took dinner with us and ate it on the beach, sitting on driftwood, watching sea otters play in the water, and birds flying overhead. It was great. Snookums, Kiki and I decided we wanted to walk to the end of the beach, as close to the paper mill as possible. Which was probably about a mile from where we had dinner.

Right at the boundary, where the paper mill's property began and the beach ended, there was an adorable little beach house sitting unoccupied, with it's doors wide open. I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Even though I was a little nervous about going into an old house I didn't know anything about (was the floor stable? Was it under surveillance? Did someone actually live in there? Like, a squatter or something?) I still felt drawn in. So I did. Kiki came with me. We walked into what appeared to be a sun room of sorts. It was entirely closed in, but the room was walled in windows with a big lovely fireplace. I can imagine it would have been lovely in there during the winter months. We passed through that room into what appeared to be the living room. It was definitely a decent size. To the right was the kitchen. We didn't go any further than that, but I really wanted to. There were a few pieces of cheap furniture, and a stove from the 60's or 70's (it was mustard yellow, a dead giveaway), and there was a little garbage too, but otherwise it wasn't in the worst shape. It had a lot of character. Moldings, pillars, brick fireplaces, sconces, and it was painted in vibrant (though fading with time and age) Victorian colors. It was the sweetest little house. I tried researching it online to see if I could find out anything about it, but I haven't found anything. I would love to fix it up and have a little bungalow on the beach. It would be perfect for me! I don't know if Snookums could actually stand upright in there, but it would be still be great even if he had to duck through doorways! I'll keep trying to figure out what's going on with that adorable little house.

The DM visit that was supposed to happen tomorrow was cancelled, but for some reason I'm still expected to come in. Ugh. I really like having two days off in a row, but it's only a 4 hour shift, so I suppose I'll survive. Best be heading off to bed now...




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