Fun

I finally heard from the woman whose house I watched for a couple of years after seven months of no contact and she said she didn’t realize I’d moved out, how could I leave without telling her.

So I forwarded her 3 e-mails including an e-mail chain saying I was moving giving 10 weeks notice with a monetary offer she never accepted. 

Done.

ETA:  She wrote back and said no worries.  She thinks it was wishful thinking that I changed my mind.  But she backpedaled and tried to dig nails in but they didn’t stick.  All she needed to do was hire a power of attorney but she wants to sell her US house from overseas.  She did that with a car and the guy she sold the car to couldn’t get a title for it because she was overseas.  She stopped taking his calls.  This was in 2011 and he still can’t get a title.  Well, not legally. 

I told the doctor I tripped instead of telling him I went salsa dancing and may have re-ripped my labrum demonstrating how to turn and stay in step while slightly tipsy on a lot of beer, vodka, rum, cheap sparkling wine and more rum.

My OKC friend, Tiff, has siblings who are paramedics there and the cause near and dear to her is animal rescue.  When I get more information, I’ll post how people can help.  But in general, she’s directing to donate to the Red Cross which is what most other sources are saying.  I remember ’99.  My heart goes out to everyone there.  I can’t imagine going through this twice.

Since my child is grown and semi-flown the coop, the one who greets me after a long, long, long day at work is my dog, Pocky.  Long suffering pooper, he saves half his food for the evening so he can eat dinner with me.  No joke.  Last week, after a very long night where I got home from work around 11:30pm and went straight to bed, I heard this loud clanging sound.  It was Pocky bringing his food bowl up the stairs so he could eat in the bedroom near me.  He’s only 14 pounds so this was a big task for him.  Right now, he’s laying next to my leg where I have my ice pack for my hip.  Good dog.

This hip bullshit the worst it’s been since the surgery.  I don’t know if I over-salsa’d it at Cinco de Mayo or if it’s the 2 mile walk I managed to do Tuesday that is catching up with me but there’s been no sleep for the last few days and no comfortable position that doesn’t eventually end up in odd pains.  The pain isn’t exactly in the hip.  It’s radiating from the quad to the top of the knee and sometime my shin.  What the hell?

Backing up, beep beep beep.  I walked 2 miles on Tuesday.  That’s the longest I’ve been walking since the surgery.  It took an hour and five minutes because the last mile, I had to stop a couple of times because I thought a twinge was coming on.  I did it.  But now I think I overdid it.  The longest walk I’d done before was about 1.4 miles so I didn’t follow the 10% rule (adding 10% to the long distance walk once a week). 

What’s aggravating is I can do the elliptical for 70-80 minutes.  And I can swim two miles faster than I can walk it.  But walking from the parking lot to the gym, I almost buckle.  The orthopedic surgeon said nothing is torn, I’m still healing and to be patient.  But I’m going to make another appointment.  Something just isn’t right.  I should be off of the naproxen, not using it as a crutch to sleep at night.

This weekend I went to the Flying Pig Marathon with some lovely ladies and lived on beer, banana rum, Russian vodka, way too much Monster, cheap-ass sparkling pink wine and cheap ass wine.  And a mojito.  Needless to say the non-runners of the group completely failed at cheering for the runners.  We were sleeping.  And watching home improvement shows.

Last night at 11:50pm the auditors signed off on my last set of statutory financials.  I was able to issue GAAP last week and now that means BUSY SEASON IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!  Five months of hell on top of a job that normally has 12 hour days??

I want to sleep for a month.