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Banged open another garden waste bag and removed the vines etc that I cut yesterday, plus many many dustpans of cherry pits, plus more vines, while Oliver the dog barked his head off at Noise! Noise next door!! Alarm alarm!!! SND is a sweetheart but her one fault is not training her dogs out of barking. Though if Olly is indeed part chihuahua, there's probably no training him. I suppose he does as a guard dog but there's an element of boy who cried wolf to him. What's to distinguish a burglar bark from a squirrel bark, a me hanging out clothes bark, or a Prof. Islamic Studies and his circular saw bark?
Anyway, bag is now too heavy to lift so must drag it down the alleyway between houses for Thursday's pickup. I don't know if gardening counts as exercise but I'm sweating and panting as if I'd done a calisthenics class, so maybe it does. What becomes clearer is that I need to strengthen both my core and my 'good' left leg, because lower back and artificial knee are what hurt most when I garden.
Dentist's secretary calls. Insurance will give me one crown for 300 and change, which is a bargain, but will not give me the other crown she wants replaced. I might fork out the $1000+ that will cost me, or might try rolling it over into next year.
Finished Brokedown Palace and am unsure what the point of it was, aside from the grand Hungarian tradition of fratricide maybe? Not sure if there is a grand Hungarian fratricidal tradition, but what am I to make of the oldest brother half-killing the youngest at the book's start, and trying it again and again thereafter, and then saying You know I would never kill you? No, frankly, I don't know anything of the sort. And the fact that your brother says Oh yes I know, suggests that he's sustained some sort of brain trauma along the way. But is done, finally, and back at the library, and I can go on to other things.
Anyway, bag is now too heavy to lift so must drag it down the alleyway between houses for Thursday's pickup. I don't know if gardening counts as exercise but I'm sweating and panting as if I'd done a calisthenics class, so maybe it does. What becomes clearer is that I need to strengthen both my core and my 'good' left leg, because lower back and artificial knee are what hurt most when I garden.
Dentist's secretary calls. Insurance will give me one crown for 300 and change, which is a bargain, but will not give me the other crown she wants replaced. I might fork out the $1000+ that will cost me, or might try rolling it over into next year.
Finished Brokedown Palace and am unsure what the point of it was, aside from the grand Hungarian tradition of fratricide maybe? Not sure if there is a grand Hungarian fratricidal tradition, but what am I to make of the oldest brother half-killing the youngest at the book's start, and trying it again and again thereafter, and then saying You know I would never kill you? No, frankly, I don't know anything of the sort. And the fact that your brother says Oh yes I know, suggests that he's sustained some sort of brain trauma along the way. But is done, finally, and back at the library, and I can go on to other things.
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I will gladly take your expert word for it.
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Given my physical reaction to it, it better. 10,000 steps barely fazes me, but 30 minutes of bend down, turn around, bag a bunch of creepers does me in.