Hobbling

I am close to my biking goal for the year, and hoped to have had another couple of day’s worth of miles under my belt before The Guy and I take off on our next excursion.

Not so. Not yet.

Apparently, this past weekend I had too much fun. And now I am hobbling around with calf muscles that won’t relax and hips that are saying they have seen too much of life.

I don’t know what did me in. There are options.

It might have been walking around on the concrete and asphalt jungle that was the zoo on Saturday. Concrete pathways are unforgiving on old joints. But all and one had a grand time of it.

On Sunday, we hiked a short, but quite a steep trail close to the homestead. Three and a half miles, but a thousand feet elevation gain. It’s not always the going up. Sometimes the coming down will get me in the calf muscles. It was a clear and hot day, though, and Monday was windy and chillier, so it was good to be up in the hills.

Then there was Monday. Monday evening, I played in the backyard with Grandbebe Girl. We played ‘house’ and ‘ran errands’. And by ‘ran errands’, I mean, we RAN errands. I gave no thought to what I was doing, except that she wanted me to play. I mean…because…after all…she said, ‘Grandma, let’s play!’

When was the last time I ran?

So. Here it is. Wednesday. And I am beginning to not limp. And I ask myself (and on occasion, whine to Wonderful Guy) ‘I am not terribly out of shape! How does it work that I can be in such pain!?’

Hopefully I will have some days left of commuting on Trekkie v.2 before I call the season closed for 2010.

More New Year/Fresh Decade Carp

This could very well be 'The Decade of Retirement'.

Which is a very exciting thought. My time to do with as I will! Mine. Mine! All MINE!!

But. Also? Certainly the decade of turning sixty. Which is a very sobering thought. Very. Very Sobering.

How can I be this old? I watch reruns of ‘That 70’s Show’ and just crack up, because, you know, there I am, bell bottoms and all. Like just yesterday!

Or so.

But guess what? Even those actors? All grown up.

I look at the pictures from Christmas and am just so warmed by my kids and the grandbebes, and then I see ME! Who is that old woman?! While I love my natural hair color, and especially not coloring it, it still takes me back to see how…silver….it is.

I just don’t see myself that way. There is some big disconnect somewhere, and while I am okay with being 50-ish and feeling really alive and learning and growing blah blah blah…

Sixty! Seriously?

Whatever. What am I going to do about it?


So I started those French Press Slippers yesterday. I found the pattern in my stocking Christmas morning. (Or at least the funds to buy the pattern!) I have been studying the pattern, and...here are my thoughts...

after knitting with lacewgt, and fingering, on sz 6 and sz 2, I thought I would change it up to worsted and sz 15s!

It took me longer than 90 minutes to knit, but still, not hard, and pretty fast.

Patons Classic Wool can't be beat for felting, even by hand, which is my lot in life now, since I bought my fancy schmancy front loader.

My first pair worked out very well, and I think the pattern well written. The help from the French Press group on Ravelry was...helpful.

However.

While these are not completed completed, they are completely felted. As small as they are going to get, in other words. And they are not small enough for me.

Evidently.

Fortunately, I do not have the largest feet in my family. I will make another pair of the next size smaller. Which I considered doing...but then thought to myself, oh no! I have lo-ong feet. Which I do. Sort of.

But not this long. They will go to DSis when dry and finishing touches...touched. If they don't fit her, perhaps they will travel to Wisest Sister. Middle Daughter also wears her some boats, so she might also be an option.

If we strike out, I still call it a learning experience, and nothing lost. The pattern is great, and the yarn is not expensive.

At least, that is my frame of mind this afternoon.