The weather has turned decidedly spring like this week.  The sun has been out and temps are in the high forties.  On Tuesday I really wanted to walk around the lake but all my usual companions were unable.  I didn't want to walk by myself so I decided to run instead.  I left Katie and Zack here watching Stardust and I trotted off around the park.

About five years ago, I was going up a slight incline at the end of my run when the muscle in my calf, where it attaches to the Achilles tendon, went eeerrrkkk!  It hurt like the devil and I couldn't 't run for six weeks.  Ever since then, I've been very careful on inclines.  Going up, my Achilles tendons whine and coming down, my shins scream.  I don't do hills.

So Tuesday, I was trotting easy and slow around the park.  No hills, no ice just me and the sidewalk. Two blocks from the start, my calf went eerrk.  One step I'm fine, the next I'm hurt.  I hate being old and decrepit.  I limped home and put ice on it.

The next day I could only walk by not putting any weight on the toes of my right foot.  Ice.  All day long, ice.  Today I can walk normally but I'm afraid to run for awhile and I'm not even sure if a long walk would be okay.  I really don't want to pull that muscle.  So here we are, the weather is being all gorgeous and mocking me and my lameness.

Yesterday I spent most of the afternoon in a cellar, painting.  I painted till my feet were seriously numb.  I won't know if I accomplished anything good until I go back for another look.  Sometimes you can tell if everything's working, other times you have to step away for awhile.  I was going to go back today but it's so beautiful and sunny I just couldn't face another day in the cellar.

I'm getting ready for my usual spring routine; trying to paint enough for a new show and getting ready to leave town the second the new stuff goes up.  I'm working on two tuffets, two chairs, a footstool and some bell pulls.  I've got two and a half weeks.  No need to panic yet.  Naturally, with all that work piled up here, I'd rather spend my time painting someone's cellar.

At least now that we've started daylight savings time, I have more hours of sunlight in which to work.  My brain turns itself off when the sun sets.  After that, all I can do is flop in front of the tv and pop in a dvd.  I should have stayed up in my office today but I got some stuff done, it was after five and Lincoln abolished slavery, so here I am instead, wasting my time on this.


The news this week;

Elliot Spitzer, Governor of New York, is guilty not only of solicitation, which his constituents don't really have a problem with, but hypocrisy, which as we all know, is the worst sin a Democrat could ever be guilty of.  Clearly, he must go.  And so he went.

Geraldine Ferraro, the first woman ever to run for Vice President on a major party ticket (she was the lower half of the ticket when Minnesota's own Walter Mondale lost 49 states to Reagan) has been working tirelessly for her sister in arms, Hillary.  She was fired this week for telling the truth.  Dear heavens, Geraldine, what were you thinking??  Did you think for a second you were on the Straight Talk Express?  Of course, you would've gotten the boot for telling this particular truth from there, too. 

The hockey tournament was last weekend.  Back in the day, we used to skip school to watch it on tv.  Maybe some kids still do, but since the city isn't a power anymore, it doesn't seem like a big deal in this neighborhood.  It's different over the river, I suppose.  Congrats to St. Thomas Academy.  Hey Tucker, more bragging rights!

Tyler's team, the St. Edwards Hilltoppers, is the only team in the family still playing.  They won their conference, lost in over time in their tourny but are still going on to their regional tourny.  Go Hilltoppers!



I just finished rereading Bath Tangle, by Georgette Heyer.  Not one of her best.  It takes way too long to get to the funny.  So then I reread the Princess Bride, by William Goldman.  As much as I love the movie, the book is funnier.  William Goldman also wrote Marathon Man.  How's that for a wide range?  Now, I'm rereading Memoir From Antproof Case, by Mark Helprin.  I read it ten years ago and loved it. 


Time to go order Kwan's.  Then Josie and I are gonna watch a movie.

 

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