
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Not One Of My Best Days
Yesterday was difficult. I can scarcely even remember the course of events. Oh, yes, up betimes (who even knows what it means? i just used it but now I know, up especially early, I guess "before times," or something like that) So there I was up betimes, and feeling wonderful. And at ten my trainer arrived and put me through my paces, the whole point of his doing so, is to get my balance to work again, and I guess I am standing and walking better, still with a cane, yet I do not fall over, so that's good. For some reason the various exercises completely demoralize me, especially walking heel to toe, or standing at rest heel to toe, although I am definitely getting better at the latter. I am always demoralized when we go to dinner across the street and watch one of the waiters who is possibly more than six feet tall, ramrod thin and straight, dressed all in black, walking swiftly between the tables without a trace of instability, as though he were but gliding. Ah, yes, back to the trainer. Now then when Mike left I had the chance to see myself in action, walking, only over to the mall, a scant block and a half away as these things go, but really through a parking lot. There are no sidewalks; Sarasota, the city fathers, the developers, can't imagine that people can walk so there are no sidewalks except in the touristy "quaint" section of the town. So I drove this pitiful distance to the mall to have a mani pedi and the bunch who work in the place I go are all the nicest Vietnamese women, every one of them a treasure. I wore sandals so we would not have an issue with me getting socks and shoes off and the feet into the water and me sitting on the massage chair. I managed it, but am always afraid of losing my balance--all the bending and shifting of balance--I can imagine the waiter doing it all so effortlessly. Ugh. I am getting so rickety and frail. The woman who took care of me was so thoughtful that she managed to do the manicure right there after the pedicure so I did not have to worry about putting the sandals on and going across the salon. Then I was back out in the vast parking lot hobbling along with my cane to get to my car and suddenly a car started to pull out --not the slightest chance that the driver might consult the rear view mirror--and I stopped so that they would not back into me, and unbeknownst there was a car following behind me, and he let out a blast, and I nearly jumped put of my skin and fainted. How I hate parking lots, cars, malls, oh, the temper rises, but, hey, we moved here for the warmth, and I hear that it is going down below zero tonight up north so all is good. But we are not done with the difficult day. It ended with me dropping my quite new Iphone on the tiled floor and cracking the glass face. Truth to tell, I hate this phone; it is too big for my hand, for one thing, and for another it has too many features. I don't need anything but the basics. I had just bought a new vest very lightweight for Sarasota weather, and with a zillion pockets, for the phone, for the sun glasses (driving), for the regular glasses, for the reading glasses, wallet comb, keys, many sets. Joke is that I cannot remember which pocket has what, tragedy is that the pocket that I stupidly put the phone in was not deep enough and out it fell.
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