July 30, 2023
About 2 1/4 hours of various outdoor activity helping my parents, mostly of a yard work variety. We also barbecued a ham. No Darebee hit, but that wasn’t going to happen after this; see below.
Notes
The yard work mentioned above involved sweeping, clipping up trimmings and dead stalks, and a small amount of watering in parsley seeds (mother is not optimistic, but she took a shot at it anyway).
Most of this was done without my walking stick. It was a good day to test where I am, because for late July it was beautiful: 70s (Fahrenheit scale), not too humid, slight breeze.
The observations thereon left me feeling sad for a little bit afterward, though (which I fortunately got to spend to myself):
1) The movement capacity is limited. I outlasted my parents but should have quit half an hour sooner than I did, because while my bad side wasn’t screaming, it was clearly tired and there was no reasonable shot at coming back for more after lunch. Working a register at the supermarket and doing yard work at two different things.
2) The fatigue factor means I need to rethink any trips that I take for me, because there appears to be a limit to how much moving around I can do in a day. I was looking into a bowling establishment to possibly visit since I used to do that in happier days (candlepins), but then I see the length of the trip involved, even with public transit, and then discover in the heart of Boston’s notorious Combat Zone (an area of the city where murder rates have always outpaced other parts of the state), and that idea was blown to the moon in a heartbeat. There’s more research to do but I can already tell Coach Angela needs to be involved (
@CODawn you’re absolutely correct, and my biggest regret is that I didn’t start looking for life coaches sooner. Everybody else was saying I needed therapy, and look what that got me…nothing.)
Sooooo, I have to focus on the little things are going okay right now even though they sound trite. I have a roof over my head. I have an employer who appreciates me and vice versa. I have a life coach to help untangle this mess. And at least I have a resource to try to improve my broken habits. Perhaps not the one I wanted, but it beats nothing at all.
Song of the Day: Glenn Frey — You Belong to the City