Pain got me up shortly before 5 this morning. So I thought I would improve the shining hour and go for a swim. I bundled up my swim gear and headed out about 6.30, leaving the smaller portion fast asleep and the cats inside. The rotten beasts let him sleep, until he woke of his own accord around 9.30. I wish they would let me sleep like that.
I managed 1.25 kilometres this morning, which I am pleased about. However DJan mentioned that she had been to a swim class recently which had identified her stopping kicking while breathing as a problem. Drat her, this is something I do too, and I spent this morning's swim trying (mostly unsuccessfully) to change it. A work in progress.
I finished my swim in as much pain as when I started which is irritating. And now the horror story begins. I went in, had my shower, towelled my hair dry and while dying my face was assaulted with attar of cat piss. Oh thank you Jazz. I had brought the towel in nearly dry and hung it over the back of a chair where he had been unable to resist spraying. Urk. Hot water. Disinfectant. And worse, I was meeting a friend immediately after my swim so headed off convinced that I reeked of both chlorine and cat pee. Oh joy, oh bliss.
And to add insult to injury said friend took one look at me and told me I looked like shit. Why thank you. Just what I wanted to hear.
Home again to a cat pee removing shower. And yes, I resisted the temptation to kick the little so and so. Despite him greeting me with ecstatic purrs while gnawing on my hand and arm. On the consolation side, more things come out in the garden each time I turn around.
The crab apple is glorious every year. The neighbour across the road from us (now deceased) apparently used to have morning tea parties so he and his friends could enjoy it. His daughter told me that, and I wish I had known while he was still alive.
More garden joys include:
And there is much more to come. The blood, sweat and tears which went into the planting are almost forgotten as I enjoy things in bloom.
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I finished my swim in as much pain as when I started which is irritating. And now the horror story begins. I went in, had my shower, towelled my hair dry and while dying my face was assaulted with attar of cat piss. Oh thank you Jazz. I had brought the towel in nearly dry and hung it over the back of a chair where he had been unable to resist spraying. Urk. Hot water. Disinfectant. And worse, I was meeting a friend immediately after my swim so headed off convinced that I reeked of both chlorine and cat pee. Oh joy, oh bliss.
And to add insult to injury said friend took one look at me and told me I looked like shit. Why thank you. Just what I wanted to hear.
Home again to a cat pee removing shower. And yes, I resisted the temptation to kick the little so and so. Despite him greeting me with ecstatic purrs while gnawing on my hand and arm. On the consolation side, more things come out in the garden each time I turn around.
The crab apple is glorious every year. The neighbour across the road from us (now deceased) apparently used to have morning tea parties so he and his friends could enjoy it. His daughter told me that, and I wish I had known while he was still alive.
More garden joys include:
And there is much more to come. The blood, sweat and tears which went into the planting are almost forgotten as I enjoy things in bloom.
