More About The Knee.
During pre-op, half way into the description of needle insertions and injections into the lumbar area, I interrupted my spinal anesthesiologist with an 'I trust you' which he immediately correctly interpreted as 'shut up' and left it at "you won't be able to feel anything below the waist." I would have to say that was an understatement. In the recovery room out of the corner of my eye I could see a nurse holding something in the air above her head. When I focused I saw it was my leg.
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| This is what they took out of my knee (the white thing that looks like popcorn, not the nickel) It's blurry, sorry. |
Real Estate For Sale.
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| I'd always wanted a purple door. (Plainfield, Massachusetts) |
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| Stairs and wall by Vince, a self-taught stone mason. |
3 years is a long time to have a house on the market but 6 months ago we had 2 houses on the market so it could be worse. Every winter we take the house in Massachusetts off the market and close it up because we don't want a potential buyer seeing all that unmanaged snow then every spring we spend a week opening it back up. We've been doing it so long now that we just do it without even thinking that the reason we do it is to sell it. I think subconsciously I don't want to sell it because it's my favorite place to sleep (and shower and ride) making the week we spend there every spring more like a luxury vacation than the drudgery it should feel like. In a way I hate the thought of selling the house and cutting our last tie to western Mass after twenty-five years of a really good life.
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| Can you see why this would be my favorite place to sleep? |
Washington State May Seem Like A Long Way To Go To Get Away From Deer Flies.
Neither of us play an instrument so when I saw Vin carrying our guitars out to the trailer I knew we weren't taking just the bare necessities and it was going to be a while before we left.
By 7:30 (that's 7:30 pm) we were packed and ready to hit the road. We made it to Rutland, Vermont, Vin figured about 105 miles.* The first thing I did when we got to the motel was lock the key in the room. The sign on the motel office door said 'We're Closed. In case of emergency dial 123' but since I was locked out of the room I had nothing to dial 123 on so I found a room with the lights on and knocked. The door opened momentarily blinding me with a thick gray wall of cigarette smoke. The guy holding the growling pit bull didn't take his eyes off the TV and the guy at the door just looked waiting for me to speak. He dialed 123 for me. I saw his lips move into the receiver but all I could hear was the TV. 30 seconds later the manager was cheerfully opening our door.
The Room.
Across from 'Simply Meat' and between the 'Joy of Nails' and 'Adam and Eve Hair Design', sat our $44 room. It smelled sort of funny at first but I got used to it. When I sat on the side of the bed my feet were in the bathroom so I didn't have to touch the carpet with my bare feet and without much effort I could almost reach the decal on the shower door that promised a Thermasol In-room Steam®' that wasn't really there.
So. We've started our road trip. It's good except that we have to have the AC on high continuously for Max even though I'm freezing all the time.
*at that rate it will take us about a month to get to Washington.
