Saturday we went over to pick up a new fire pit we'd ordered at the local nice family hardware store. When we got home, I asked if Doug could fix the toilet seat with the hardware we bough last weekend. He said he didn't sign up for that. But it was needed. The hinge on one side of the seat had cracked (my fault) and was getting progressively worse and worse, finally coming all the way off the toilet seat... so he set to it and found out that "universal" hinge package is a lie. It was not universal. The screws did not line up with the toilet seat, it was all wrong and messed up.
So the amount of swearing to express anger and dismay, and use of a power tool were epic. It got done, the toilet seat is secure, the lid is discarded.
Last week when we were at the hardware store, he decided to buy the hinges and not a whole new toilet seat. I said "ya know... maybe we should just get a new toilet seat and not mess with this hinge dealie because this is going to end in tears."
I didn't want to say "I told you so," while I sat on the couch chuckling at his rage, but. I ... told you so.
Anyway, he got it fixed and then while the tool kit was out, he went out and set up the fire pit we just picked up. It took him longer than he'd expected but it worked out. It is beautiful.
Jess got here around 2 after a day trip to Baltimore, and we decided we'd head more into the city for beer and dinner. There is a brewery we don't get to much because it's a little hard to get to (I just realized last night how easy it is to get to if you take the metro, it's just a short, easy, less than a mile walk from the train station to the brewery, so note to self...)
We brought the dog, and I didn't want to. Last time we took the dog to a brewery she was an absolute monster, and I didn't want to deal with that again. Both Jess and Doug insist she needs to learn, so we need to do this more often, and yes, she's not going to learn if I just keep her home whilst we go about our fun business.
She did pretty good. We sat outside and were away from the other tables, but she so very wanted to visit the other tables. People. Children. Oh CHILDREN she loves them so.
Eventually a woman came over with her little girl, dressed in an alligator costume for Halloween. The little girl was very afraid of dogs but also so tempted. So mommy came with, and we gave her a cookie to give to Toffee, it was successful, and then they were best friends. BFFs. Lots of love.
There was a BBQ vendor there, with a little mini-smoke house, wood burning, fragrant, very fall feeling. It was just comfortable enough outside to sit. There was a band inside and they were hella loud, so I would not have enjoyed being inside. They let dogs in, and she would have ... been crazy.
Outside, we got sammitches and mac & cheese. A little too much on the carb level for me, especially after being so good recently. The beers were great, I've made friends with the brewer and his wife, and we had a great chat. It was a good trip out.
We dropped Jess off at where they are house sitting, Doug was worried about putting them on the metro (at 7:30pm, on a Sunday). Jess thought it ridiculous to be worried. They're a grown ass human. But he Dadded on it, and dropped at the house. It's a neighborhood I've never been in, DC is full of those. Not a bad place, close enough to shopping and foods but a nice residential side-street that was quiet and tidy. I had to pee so I met the cat. Delightful.
We watched a really bad horror movie that left more questions about why than it answered. The whole time we're yelling "but why is she doing this!"
The acting was great, and it was scary enough for spooky season. It is spooky season after all.
Sunday I woke up organically way before 9am and had to go to the bathroom, so it just made sense to be up. Toffee got fed and let out, I played with my phone until Doug got up. He put on the news, I started baking banana bread. Like ya do. It came out great, and after it was tested Doug suggested we go for a walk. I had no real excuse so we went.
Technically two walks, the first one was 1.38 miles, and then we rested and walked another .77 home. It was, according to the fitbit, just under a solid hour. I felt strong and sturdy, and a 2 mile walk, followed by big glasses of water and starting some football viewing was just great.
Doug took a nap, I got Jess at the train and we went to the market for dinner things. Doug wanted french bread pizza so I got the fixin's and brought it all home. He cooked while I hung out with Jess.
After dinner, it was time to test drive the fire pit. It was perfect. I should measure our old one (which I'm hoping to get Geoff to put out on the side of the road tomorrow for the garbage) because I feel like this thing holds a lot more wood than the last.
It was a perfect night. I feel good even after the longer than I usually walk kind of walk. And I didn't eat too much pizza. Win.
Digits below.
Saturday digits
exercise: 11/12 hours. No walk. 6400+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
9am: 175
n/apm: not taken, we were on the way to the brewery
11pm: 200
food:
coffee/water
noon: Metformin, Breakfast burrito, approx 2 eggs, 3 strips of bacon, cheese, guac, salsa
5pm: metformin+jardiance, some brisket & mac and cheese; 3 beers
9pm: 4 apple cookies (probably why my sugar was so high Sunday morning)
Sunday digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. 2 walks, 36 min/1.38 miles and then a break, 20 min/.77 miles home; 10,500+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:30am: 223
4pm: 167
10pm: 179
food:
coffee/water
noon: Metformin; slice of banana bread hot out of the oven
6pm: metformin+jardiance; 2 chunks of french bread pizza, gave a large piece of the bread to Doug after the toppings all slid off and I ate just that. 1 beer
No comments:
Post a Comment