As of late, I haven't gone out on walks in the neighborhood. The treadmill has been a good thing to have to fall back on, fit it in after work, eat dinner immediately. I did a short run today and felt sluggish and fat. I gave up after 20 min, not wanting to push further, even with a banging playlist selection.
After dinner, I knew I had about 3k steps to meet before bedtime to hit the 10k (day 8 of the new streak, friends!) Hockey was coming on, so, I decided to go out solo. Doug didn't want to come. The dog wanted to come, but my right arm hurts elbow to wrist, this is new, and it is annoying. She pulls so much on the leash that I just didn't want to deal with her. I knew I'd just enjoy myself alone.
Alone is okay once in a while, right?
One of my neighbors has these beautiful flowers that I had never seen before, so I stopped to Google Lens them. The dad of the house came out, looking like he was just putting something on the porch, and I said hi.
"I've never seen flowers like this before," I told him. "Google says they are Red Hot Poker lilies."
He laughed and said, "I have never heard them called that, thanks Google! We call them Torch Lilies because they look like tiki torches."
And they do.
He told me I'm welcome to dig some up if I have a garden. "They spread really well," he told me. He wasn't kidding. His fence was full of them.
I may take him up on them, talk to Doug, see where's a good place for us to plant some crazy lilies that look like fire.
There was a ballgame at the field, the big lights were on and I heard the ding of the aluminum bats and the cheers rising up. I went one block short of what we usually do when we go for this specific walk, or, this is the way to the Dog Park and I cut left to come back around to the main drag and head home.
I passed a yard that had 5 dogs in it. Four were some sort of chihuahua-ish beings, and one was a mutt that had some cattle dog fur with spots, but his face didn't say cattle dog. They barked the whole way along their very long fence. I told them "Oh hello, I see you too! Hello! What a nice night to be out for a walk! Hello!" When I reached the end of their fence, they stopped immediately. As if there was a force field that prevented me from being seen.
Down the main drag, I passed the plumbers' shop, the dudes who did our hot water heater a couple months ago. Someone has an RV for sale in their parking lot. They were doing a check up on it, and got in their car.
They waved to me like they knew me. I didn't recognize them, but I did wave back and say hey! "Tell your dog I say Hi!" I called to them. The dog barked and barked out the passenger side window, and they smiled and said "will do!"
No idea who that person is.
Back at my house, a nice 23 minute walk that I could have extended by going up the street, past the house of kittens, to where the sidewalk ends. Instead I sat on the porch and listened to the ding of the bat and the cheers from the ballgame a block away.
I realized I should have watered the garden, but it was late and you shouldn't water when night is falling. I'll do it early tomorrow. Doug mentioned something about going to a U Pick strawberries place across the border. I was surprised by that. He always said he hated U Pick farms because he's not the farmer, and doesn't work at the farm, and shouldn't have to do the work to pick the berries. It is the same reason why he doesn't use the self check out at the market. "I don't work here." Okay. But. We would be done by now.
Weird flex, sometimes.
So who knows. Tomorrow? We pick strawberries?
Digits below. Here's a picture of a "baked potato" in the sunshine today. She loves to lounge out in the yard in the sunshine.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill run, short 20 min/1.38 mi. Neighborhood walk 23 min/1.11 mi, 10k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:30am: 134
4:30pm: 95
10:15pm: 190
food & meds:
8:45am: jardiance + phentermine (out of phentermine)
9:45am: 4 celery stalks w/pb
12:15: tuna salad on toasted keto bread
12:30: met+glip
6pm: cheesesteak by Geoff in 2 little rolls; shoestring fries
7:30pm: met+glip
handful of caramel corn
no alcohol
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