My feet are healing, but as they do, I am finding my one foot as fascinating to watch as if I were that bored kid in K-6 just aching for distraction. The bone was originally peeking up at me, but it covered over the first night. I snuck peeks at it again and again, thinking " I think that's my bone!! It's white. Sure it's the bone- what else is white in my foot?" Then the grossest oozy stuff seemed perpetually well, oozing. Then it turned pinkish while the outerparts went a blacky-red. The bruise and swelling receded (while hurting no less), and this cool rosy red surrounded the whole area. I'm grossing myself out here. Today, after Disco used my foot as convenient traction while launching an attack on Dallas, it swelled up again, but as i sit here at work with two ice-packs on my feet, I'm doing better. Yes, I am a topic of converstation. Funny, cuz it's not for the reason I expected- she said, sitting here in my little corporate corner office with beaten up canvas shorts, bruises and hairy legs while rocking out like a 22 year old co-op with no better sense of his surroundings.
I always buy mountain bike magazines when I'm frustrated with my biking levels. If you need the latest of Moutain Bike Action, DirtRag, Bike, or some random Adventure Race magazine, don't hesitate to drop by... My feet are still too tender to bike or walk or..., and I'm still flip-flopping around in Linda's cutesy sandals. I tried to get into my Tevas this morning, but two steps told me it was flip-flop shame or grisled agony. It took only another minute for the answer to this equation to sink in.
I let Linda take both Dallas and Disco to the cottage this morning, which was a little challenging. It's been 10 years, and I'm no less protective of Dallas. I was perfectly willing to let her take Disco up, and let poor Dallas be at home in air-conditionless 30+ degree weather, rather than be worrying about her. What if she gets bit by a rattler? What if she dehydrates, drowns, or otherwise just doesn't feel like numero uno? Linda says I baby that dog, and you know something- I really am one of those crazy dog-owners.
Someone sent me this and I liked it:
red hat society motto: Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming-- WOW what a ride!!
I heard Wolf Parade on CBC Radio 3 (PODcast hahahahahahaha -k mania becoming advanced-) the other day and thought they ruled. Managed to get a few tracks today, and they *k-i-c-k* *a-s-s*
