Life is full of little treasures sliding away…whether intended or not. This is a picture of one. The little bead on this earring is a piece of Stuben glass, made by the art glass division of Corning glass in Corning NY. I worked there for about 2 years a long time ago — not in NY, but at a brand new campus in California, that disappeared in the telecom crash. Anyway, on a business trip to the home office, I went to the Stuben glass factory and museum and bought a pair of earrings that had these little pieces of Stuben glass. That was about 2000. I’ve had these little pieces of glass for over 13 years — I used to wear the earrings all the time — but then the earrings broke, then I just had the pieces of glass. But I managed to hang onto the glass for years. Earlier this week I took those two little pieces of (expensive) glass and made a new pair of earrings — that I liked very much. I stuck them right in my ears and started wearing them. And within the week, one was lost. I have been in probably 32 different places with drains — swimming pool drain, shower drain in the gym, drain in my shower. The likelihood of getting the matching piece of glass back is pretty slim — but I will ask this week through my travels.
But I think it’s significant because even tho’ I took good care of the glass for a LONG time, and was making the correct and good use of it at the time of loss, it still wandered out of my life. Like some people and a host of things.
Today was the last “regular” day of the summer season. I love these concluding days. I like them best when I’m in the thick of things and looking immediately forward to the coming big race. Right now I’m obviously not even much in the thin of things. (Yes, I do amuse myself.) But it was a beautiful day — very windy Santa Anas, and warm.
This picture is a lie in about 13 different ways. (1) I have a deal with Nancy that she tells me before she takes a pic of me, so I can stuck in my stomach. (2) I have residual Aidan/Princess sickness and am not anywhere near as perky as this picture would imply. (3) I hardly ever have such a goofy grin (unless I’m looking at Wilk kids). On the other hand, it is a pretty good pic, so who cares.
This week I looked into running the Marine Corps 10K, rather than the full marathon. Actually, I was considering walking the 10K…but it’s not a meander. It’s has a time limit (of 90 minutes), which is really faster than I can walk. So either I’ll feel good enough to trot in two weeks — and will be able to transfer. Or not. Today I feel so much better it makes me wonder about doing the full. However, hopefully it’s only temporary insanity.
So, I’ve been sick. Sicker than I probably really know (I do not have a temperature this afternoon). I have not been swimming. I have been going to bed and going to sleep at impossibly (embarrassingly) early hours — like one night this week I got into bed at 8:30 and went to sleep and slept until the alarm went off the next day at 7. My swimming gear is in my truck, ready to go at a moment’s notice (and I keep going home and going to bed). A week ago Friday, the Wilk Princesses had snotty noses. (I thought nothing of it.) Wednesday of this week I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore throat (bad enough that I got up and took a zinc lozenge). Thursday I woke up with a phlegm-y cough. Friday — and today in particular, that cough is really deep. I feel better than I sound, but I sound really bad and I feel just puny. (And, my hair is dirty.)
More on hair. When you’re working out regularly, you know when you’re going to shower and stuff. Now that I’m out of cycle, I’m out of practice doing that morning shower, get-ready thing. Waiting to shower after the workout (which for me is the afternoon) could mean waiting a LONG time. I gotta go wash my hair.
Good news. I saw Allen Arnette yesterday and he confirmed that others have said — that bursitis heals completely with rest. It’s not chronic. And the reason it sounds like something your grandma in Iowa would have is because in the past only old women lived long enough to experience the wear in the hip joint to inflame a bursa. When Arnette was in school, he was taught there were 5 bursa in the body — and now there are 30 known. He challenged me to test the recupteration of the bursa by doing the one that that used to bother it — moving from plank into down dog. I tried it today – no pain. If this experience fixes this two-year-plus issues, it’s worth the trouble and loss.
And it has been a cleanse week, which is always a challenge. This week I’ve progressed from salads with tofu, to salads with seeds, to a 2-day juice fast. In the morning I’ve been drinking a liver cleanse — 1 apple, 1 orange, 1 lemon, ginger, cayenne, olive oil, safflower oil, and garlic. The oil increases from 1 teaspoon the 2 Tablespoons – of each. It is surprizingly not terrible — but by Friday the garlic breath is pretty overwhelming.
Speaking of garlic breath. This is the kind of toothpaste I’ve been using and the dispenser/tube that I like the best. It stands up where ever. A long, long time ago I bought a case of these off of amazon — 24 tubes, I think. And this is the last one. I need more toothpaste. Turns out they still make this container. It costs $4.69 at Walgreen’s.
This container, which by the way contains .6 oz product, costs $2.99. It is possible I paid nearly $2/ea for the convenience of a stand-up tube. Gads, I hope not. At least in the near term, I’ll be using the regular tubes.