06-23-22 Punching and Kicking
Today I felt a bit better and my test last night was negative so that’s a plus. I finished off two year ends so I don’t have to worry about them for a while at least. There were some frustrations again as schedules needed to be adjusted for MusicFest. I forgot, being that the last time we did this was 2019 how much is two steps forward and too many to count backwards at this point. I have to remember to roll with it. I am working with volunteers and that always comes with compromises I don’t always want to make and they don’t know how much time and mental energy goes into it.
So I went to my Shield Women class ready to kick butts and take names later. I honestly didn’t feel like it but I made dinner and ate before I went and was glad I showed up. My strength is really improving, got some good punches and kicks in for sure. My leg strength is not what I would like yet but I am getting my construction arms back. I remember fondly being able to carry full sheets of plywood or bundles of shingles up ladders. Concrete forms, covered after a pour were particularly heavy. I can feel that strength is still there in the muscle memory and I am finally tapping into it. I am less sore afterwards now, a good sign. And the class is still fun as well. I always leave feeling better mentally.
I stopped at Bill and Deanne’s to pick up the bedding from Judy’s for Katheryn as she will be taking the bed when she gets her place. Deanne asked if I’d like to stay for a beer and a visit and the three of us sat on the porch in the setting sun and had a good chat. Gosh I am glad we all became friends in the end. I enjoy their company and with our history of family, we don’t have to fill in the backstory all the time. It cooled off quickly and I came home to sit and have a bevie with Katheryn. She is only 42 but her now passed Dad was born in 1929 and mine was born in 1939! We had quite the discussion about the human mind and all that can go wrong with it over time whether from illness or injury. I do often wonder what my endgame will look like. Years ago after visiting the Brain specialists out at UBC, I was assured there was no apparent risk of early dementia, so there’s that. Of course I have had one too many concussions since then and need to protect this head if I am going to continue to function at the level I am used to. I have already warned my crew that if I am staring like a deer in the headlights, it is only my brain trying to connect a thought or a name to a face or memory and it is good for them to help me out, I won’t be offended. And more importantly, I don’t want them to be.
Some day I will read through this blog and see where I repeated myself, remembered things differently or had terrible grammar. The important thing will be that I can relive and remember how I spent these years and know that I left out some ugly bits, and that’s ok, they were worth forgetting.
triumphgal 