Sunday, August 31, 2014

There is a Possibility That I Will Not Survive the Next Two Days

Hugh, the Cub and I are leaving for an overnight trip today; we are celebrating Labor Day by hiking to a waterfall, which, since it is a four-hour hike, round-trip, is a fairly good tribute to labor. You know, in my opinion.

I have been working out pretty steadily since last spring, but I haven't been on a hike in years, unless you count the Zombie Apocalypse event that I supervised for work a couple of months ago, and I don't.

So, If you don't hear from me for a few days, you will know why: heights + long hike + exhaustion + my out-of-shape ass = possible recipe for disaster.

Wish me luck.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Huddle Up

The junior varsity football game this morning was a nail-biter, ending in a 14-14 tie when our boys evened up the score in the last 32 seconds of the game. To say the crowd was on the edge of it's seat would be an understatement; the team we were playing is well known for beating us, usually pretty handily. So, to end in a tie, in such a dramatic fashion, was quite the bit of excitement.

The Man-Cub played pretty much the entire game since he plays on both offense and defense (defensive safety and receiver on offense), and he prevented touchdowns on two plays, with tackles that were quite impressive.

As usual, The Fearsome Foursome provided a wealth of team spirit, and, it felt really good to see them on the field together again.

The schedule for this season is long and full. The Foursome will be playing (or at least dressing out) for all varsity, JV, and Freshman games, so I will have ample time to enjoy their antics. And, I can't think of anything I would rather do.


Suit Up!

The Man-Cub dressed out for his first varsity football game last night and you would think that he was the starting quarterback, given how proud of him we were.

As it is, he is not the starting quarterback, he isn't even second-string, but; he is a sophomore with a lot of heart and team spirit and he was just as proud to be on the sideline in his uniform as we were to see him there.

Today, he plays in a junior varsity game and we will be just as proud to watch him on the field as we were to watch him off it.

As an aside, when we arrived at the football field last night, in the warm and mellowing early-fall sunlight, with the team warming up on the field, the band tuning up in the bleachers, and the cheerleaders pepping up the fans, I was transported back to high school in a way that I had not been for quite some time.

I hope the Man-Cub enjoys this experience. I hope he squeezes every bit of pleasure that he possibly can out of his remaining three years at Petticoat Junction High, and I hope he takes the joy from these years with him, carrying the memory of this time in his heart like a treasured gift, because, that's what this time is; a treasured gift.

Life is a big game, and the Man-Cub is suited up and ready to play. I'm so proud and honored to get to stand on the sidelines and cheer him on.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

And the Hardest Working Employee Award Goes to...

Earlier today, Hugh sent me a text message with a photo of a dead mouse that Otis had proudly presented to him. I had been in the store earlier in the morning and am certainly happy that he did not choose me as the recipient of that little gift.

On the bright side, Otis is the mightiest of the mighty hunters. On the not-so-bright side, there are mice in my hardware store.

Since it's the end of August and the temperatures have been fairly mild, I have to wonder why the mice are coming into the building; me thinks this does not bode well for the winter, as the old farmers insist that mice move inside early when they are expecting a harsh winter.

Is winter right around the corner, then? I don't know. I do know that I am not looking forward to being on the receiving end of one of Otis's acts of generosity anytime, soon.

Gross. I mean, really gross.

I am the mightiest of the mighty hunters.
I am the deadest of dead mice.

It's Not All Dooom and Gloom

After posting my last poor-poor-pitiful me post, I did some research on my condition, and, with the trusty guidance of Dr. Google, I now have a solid plan of action that does not involve hiding my head and living in denial.

Daily stretching, far more involved and time-consuming than the morning stretches I had previously utilized, appears to be the key to allowing the fascia to heal and to keeping it supple enough to avoid future injury. So, I will be spending a lot of time with my head between my knees and with my heels hanging off the edge of our staircase.

I've already noticed a slight degree of relief and I just started the stretches, so, I have really high hopes that this will be the magic bullet.

Fingers crossed.

As an aside, is there anything that Dr. Google doesn't know?

I think not.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Denial is Becoming My Default Setting

The past couple of days, I have noticed an old familiar twinge in my left heel. At first, I ignored it. When that failed to magically cause the pain to abate,  I talked myself into believing that it is a bruise, and that applying ice to it would ease the throbbing. When that failed to work, I firmly set my mind on the fact that I must have pulled an unimportant muscle-one that will heal quickly and effortlessly-and I reminded myself not to put weight on it whenever possible, you know, to speed the healing.

I don't suppose I have to tell you that that didn't work, either.

I don't want to say the dreaded word, but, at this point, I don't think I have a choice: I have plantar fasciitis, again.

I have absolutely zero desire to dig the orthotics out of the closet, nor do I plan to subject myself to cortisone shots, again. I will lay off the exercise a bit, I will do my stretches before getting out of bed every day, and I will wear sensible shoes until I feel some relief, but that is the extent of my efforts this time. No expensive doctors for this girl.

But, seriously, foot, really? Again?

You bastard.

Monday, August 25, 2014

This Is the Reason My Crappy Day Was Salvaged

In an earlier post, I listed the numerous situations and events that conspired to make my day as crappy as possible. Some of them were pretty crappy things.

Now, I can share with you the thing that happened that dispelled all the negativity of those crappy situations and events:

My baby girl made sure that her crazy mother got another First Day of School picture of her. I don't know what I love more, the fact that she thought of doing it for me or the fact that she could care less that the mirror image turned her writing backwards.

Probably both.

And, just like that, my day was saved.

I would still take that drink, though, if someone were offering.