The excitement for today
We had Mom over for dinner tonight, so we were walking Bo a little later than usual. It was just about getting dark. We'd made our rounds of the park and were on our way home, when we realized there was an elderly woman sitting on the sidewalk ahead of us, clutching the leash of a small mutt-terrier sort of dog. The mutt-terrier was wandering around and being unhelpful after the manner of dogs whose person has unaccountably failed to proceed with the walk. Kathy asked if she was all right, and she said no, and then we realized she had blood all over her face. She'd tripped on an uneven part of the sidewalk and couldn't get up by herself. So we helped her up, and walked her back to her apartment building (which was luckily only a block or two away) whilst trying to keep the mutt-terrier from trying to take Bo on with one paw tied behind his back. Bo graciously refrained from eating him in two bites. Once there we turned her over to her neighbors, who said they'd help her get cleaned up and take her to the ER if necessary. The mutt-terrier grudgingly sniffed noses with Bo, and we headed on home.
We have GOT to remember to bring a phone along. If she hadn't been able to walk on her own - well, I guess I could have run over to the Angry Crab and asked to use their phone. Still.
I say she was an elderly woman, but she was probably only ten years older than I am, fifteen tops. I'm fifty-four. I don't feel terribly old. I'm in better shape now than I was in my thirties and forties, when I was, without realizing it, suffering the effects of untreated hypothyroidism and high blood pressure. I'm definitely better off than my Mom was at my age, since I have so far shown no signs of arthritis or macular degeneration. And she didn't reach the I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up stage until her late 80s. But I see things like that and wonder if at some point a switch will flip, and I will suddenly be Old and Frail.
I tried making fig bread today, using a granola date bread recipe and subbing in figs, but it didn't come out as well as I'd hoped. I'll have to experiment further.
Rants Talk to me
We have GOT to remember to bring a phone along. If she hadn't been able to walk on her own - well, I guess I could have run over to the Angry Crab and asked to use their phone. Still.
I say she was an elderly woman, but she was probably only ten years older than I am, fifteen tops. I'm fifty-four. I don't feel terribly old. I'm in better shape now than I was in my thirties and forties, when I was, without realizing it, suffering the effects of untreated hypothyroidism and high blood pressure. I'm definitely better off than my Mom was at my age, since I have so far shown no signs of arthritis or macular degeneration. And she didn't reach the I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up stage until her late 80s. But I see things like that and wonder if at some point a switch will flip, and I will suddenly be Old and Frail.
I tried making fig bread today, using a granola date bread recipe and subbing in figs, but it didn't come out as well as I'd hoped. I'll have to experiment further.
Rants Talk to me