Books

I got tagged with the book version of the movie quiz. The most interesting nugget from this is how many books I own. I've never counted. I love books, I buy books, I have trouble getting rid of books (but I will cull when pressed), and one of the most relaxing things I do is curl up with a good book. I figured I might have several hundred.

I started mentally counting bookcases in the house -- only mine, not rfrench's, and not the shelves with quilts on them. I believe I have between 150 and 175 linear feet of books. I'm sure that's at least twelve books per foot, probably a good bit more on average, so somewhere between 1800 and 2100 books as a conservative estimate.

Wow.

Deadline

I may have to face the fact that I'll never get better. What would I do if I knew right this moment that I would never again walk without pain?

The Never Get Better To Do List
1. Apply for disabled parking placard.
2. Cut my hair. Ditch gym membership, get a Y membership. Begin swimming.
3. Quit square dancing.
4. Get an electric scooter, all-terrain if possible. Maybe buy a new car to accommodate it.

I'm holding off on doing those things because I cling to the hope that I'll get better. In some ways the worst part is not knowing either way for sure. My life is on hold until a miracle occurs.

Maybe I should set a deadline. How long am I willing to stay on hold, given that it's already been a year and a half and given that miracles aren't looking likely?

Exercise Log

Half way round the building on the side with the three big storm drains and bad camber, then turned around and came back. My arms hate me. Heck, I hate me. ;-) New levels of exercise self-torture: uphill (one spot on the side of the building has a SLIGHT hill), cambered, and into the wind.

Less than 10 minutes from inside the building to back inside the building. Didn't break a sweat - it's chilly out.

I think I'll start posting these "private", 'cause after a while they'll get boring.