Was up bright and early this morning and walking by 7:10, so I put in 6,436 steps on this rocky road by 8:10. I wonder what I’m going to be doing with myself the rest of the day? No plans. But that’s fine!
Saw Luz and Noelia briefly in their front yard this morning; they aren’t walking today, so I gave them them a few seasonal trifles (for Noelia’s birthday and for Luz’s Christmas window: a large, smooth tiger eye stone, a jade or some other stone wolf necklace, and a sloth-in-a-Santa-cap cloth). I won’t tell them I’m moving until the next time I see them and we have more time to spend together. Luz seemed worried that her dog might bite me, since I came down their driveway to greet them halfway. She had Noelia take him (or her) into the house.
The dog didn’t even bark or growl, that I recall, but they certainly know it better than I do, so I stopped halfway down the driveway and stood still to allow it to come and investigate. I turned out none the worse for wear, as a result! I respect dogs, but don’t fear them. It could probably tell I wasn’t there for nefarious purposes by sniffing my calm pheromones. I’m sure they communicated, “No fear, no aggression, no ill intent, pal. I just love your people!”)
No one else was out and about on this Sunday morning except for the almost knee-high black and brown dog that hangs out on the calle a lot. She wouldn’t come to me, but she shadowed me and trotted beside me for quite a while. I haven’t bribed her with any doggie treats. Don’t plan to start now, either, since I’ll be moving soon.
Mikey, the grey cat, will be blue when I go. He greets me every morning. I do give him wee snacks and keep running a comb through his fur because he gets burs in it quite often. I don’t want him to get matted with them. He has a human family, so I’m sure they take good care of him, too. He’s a sweetie.
I’m gonna go get another INR check tomorrow. I want to be sure my INR level is coming down. If it’s going any higher, I will become concerned and drop down to 2.5 mgs seven days a week after skipping a dose or two.
I’d also like to get a fasting blood sugar test, and maybe a kidney check. I’m due for both. I have MediSmart, so if it isn’t a lot to get a bloodpanel like that, I will probably do that, too. I’ve changed my diet down here and feel better than ever, soI expect everything will look fine, but I just want to compare the tests to the ones I got before leaving the States to be absolutely sure everything is heading in the right direction. So, I’ll fast after 7 pm tonight and take the bus to Grecia in the morning to have those done… or at least the INR one!
I have an email in to the lab to find out what the cost would be… It’s Sunday so I probably won’t hear back today, or even tomorrow. At least it’s in!
COUNTING THE DAYS
NOT until Christmas but until Move Day (Feb 1st) and Lisa’s Arrival Day (Feb. 11th).
I have Christmas Tree brain but NOT for the holiday this year.
Actually, I haven’t had the holiday spirit for at least a decade — no, a lot longer ago — since my lack of disposable income caused me to be sadly unable to buy gifts for loved ones.
Christmas is for young kids, anyway. For young kids and jumbly, noisy, game-playing/movie-watching, uncommon and unsettling-to-me family gatherings.
In small groups (two to six people for occasional lunches, for example) I’m okay, but extended gatherings that last for hours (or, horror of horrors, DAYS!) wear me out. Recovering from those takes days.
In case you hadn’t already noticed, or already long known, gregariousness has never been my strong suit!
Oh, maybe it was before I was was “corrected” (ham-handedly!) by my parents for being a “sparkler” — an effervescently lit up, boisterous, super over-the-top Shirley Temple type — but if so, it was “tamed” (“shamed”) out of me.
To be sure, there’s still a ham tucked inside (which I adapted for the writing craft! Writing is show business for shy or often shushed people!), but he knows he comes off as far too alive and sparkly for “polite” (well-behaved, studiously moderated, stoic/pleasant) company, so he doesn’t get out much except when he’s utterly irrepressible, which doesn’t happen often. (For example, when I’m around Lisa and we’re yukking it up, or with very young kids, or young pets, or at Star Trek conventions where madcap energy is abundant, matched, and enjoyed.)
Doing my comedy routine,
Husband Hunting on the Enterprise
(Demonstration of “Vulcan foreplay”)
But enough of that. I’m gonna hit “publish” and call it a day for this post.
ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR DAY!
FELIZ NAVIDAD!