Friday's Paige-asters

Today I have for you a special offering for the Paige-is-not-fit-to-leave-her-house-files.

Since I worked so much this week, I was eligible to leave after 5 hours of work today--and I did. I went to check out my mom's new bathroom, which is pretty. Then I went to the gym, I shit you not. For an hour.

And that is where the second Paige-aster occurred.

I did 30 minutes on the treadmill. Because I have the weird circulation, that is not as easy as it sounds---I have nerve damage in my right leg and right foot, which means I do not feel much there. Oddly, that does not keep me from having horrid shooting pains sometimes, but the most common problem is that it sometimes feels like my foot is in a vice. It went pretty well today. That probably made me cocky.

I did my favorite leg machine, and several arm machines. I was more than done, since I had 5 errands to run and wanted to be napping by 5 pm--after all what is the point of getting off early if you cannot go to bed? Just before I quit though, I did that leg machine that you stand facing it, and lift the weights by swinging your leg across--there are like five positions you can to--it is good for hips thighs and your butt. All things that I need desperate help with.

I got all set up, and started the movements--I was doing great, controlling the movement well, like you are supposed to do to in order the get the most out of it. As I finished the first segment on it and was letting the weights back down to switch legs, guess what happened? The plate that you stand on as part of the machine shot out from under me! The stupid thing is supposed to be bolted down--but was it? Clearly not. It shot out towards the glass wall and threw me on my ass--knocking my ankle into the side of the machine, scraping it up and making me bleed all over the place. It also hurt like hell, by the way.

Man did that make me mad. Thank goodness no one else was in there to see it, but it would have been nice had that neanderthal owner been there to deal with it. I noticed some other machines like that too. He needs a wake up call that his little liability release does not cover his failure to maintain the equipment. I am such a bad ass for someone who was laying in the floor thinking about crying and wondering where her camera was when she really needed it.

I managed to live through that, and went to do the 14 errands-post office, water place, cleaners to see if they will replace the zippers in my jeans that don't work, bank to get money to pay Madison, stuff like that. It was already after 4 and I was not even close to asleep for my nap.

That raises the issue of my zippers. I love these jeans I have found, that are cheap and fit good and are comfy and look okay--but the zippers do not last long. Earlier this year, I took them to the Han guy who fixes things, and he refused to replace my zippers! He did one or two but would not do most of them, and tried to show me how to use a zipper. Dude, I know how to use a zipper, and I am confident they need new ones when I am walking around and cannot keep them zipped. Really WTF was that about? Anyway, I dropped them at a different place and they will send some out for me to be fixed--I only took 3 but it is a start. I probably have 3 other pairs that can use it. This is the sort of thing that excites me, having pants that do not expose my roll.

So I got all that done and got to the farm and thank Goodness, Madison was halfway into the feeding. It is a mess out there, it has been raining most of the week and there are places it seems like the water is almost a foot deep. This is all I could see of Target.

I am kidding. I could see more than that. But this was the cute part--all those little ear hairs sopping wet. He is not amused as I am.

We brought Gramps in and stripped his blanket off as he had himself all jacked up--Barry will put any ol blanket that is laying around on him, whether it fits or not. This time, Gramps had a belly strap BEHIND his legs and was so tangled up, he was walking like a geisha. When we stripped him off, I saw that he is looking pretty good, which is odd since turns out she has only been feeding him 5 pounds of senior with his beet pulp and oil---I thought she was feeding him 12 pounds of senior. What ever she is doing is working great, I was pleased with how he looks. We left him nekkid since he is staying in tonight, which was probably the wrong decision since Barry came home and said it is going to be in the 20s tonight. Gramps won't like that at all.

Now here I am with the long long post again, and I was trying not to do that. But I still have things to complain about. For example, Mojo was supposed to leave today. This is why I was out in the dark and rain last nite This is Mojo complaining that his schedule got changed. Now the transporters will not be here until Sunday evening. While that works out well for us in that Barry will be here to help, and they get along better than we do, it is not so good on the Pennsylvania end.