The Debates

Reflections from the Backcounter

A lot of time for TV at night now that I am relegated to the princess and the pea position of having my foot elevated on a pillow with ice....the debate was tonight and frankly...I am ready for it to all be over. Let's just vote and be done with it and maybe the economy will find traction and the country can move ahead with vigor...The stock market today was a disaster ...all we can hope for is a turnaround..before we are ready to retire or we will be working until the bitter end...

Exercise can be deadly

Reflections from the Backcounter

What a fine kettle of fish...now a deranged ankle on top of my already deranged mind!! The change in seasons heralds a rapidly descending setting sun and darkness arrives with an abrupt change in visibility...especially as it relates to that critical interface between asphalt and the desert. Last night I was clearing my mind of all the accumulated daily stress, rocking out to my tunes and jogging with my trusty Lab, Hanna...when without warning I found myself face down in the dirt with the an ankle that had immediately morphed into a cankle. Luckily, no evidence of broken bones but the ligamentous damage is obvious to even the most naive observer and I am going to need to find a substitute for my evening running stress management sessions. We old girls don't bounce!!! I did discover why Hanna was released from her service dog destiny...she is my destiny...as I was writhing on the ground she stood guard over me and acted like Lassie...when my Good Samaritan arrived, she actually took a stance and tried to protect me from harm...she has now earned her permanent place in our home!! I love this lab....Off to the ice packs..

Peace,

Julia

Dog joggin? or Lab draggin?

Reflections from the Backcounter

It has been a long week. Mono in the house has been a real downer...lots of sleep ,lots of advil and lots of patience and it looks like we are slowly rising to the surface.. the blog has been silent because of the disease burden my life!

Had a chance to run tonight and realized that I am not the only jogger struggling to encourage my canine companion to keep up the pace. For Pete's sake...my lab is a real drag!! She is not a good jogger. I feel like a sled dog dragging a musher. She is really hard to motivate to keep up...but misery loves company! I ran past a fellow jogger and he too was draggin' a lab! Maybe it is the breed...we are quite the sight in our leash tug of was as we jog down the street.

More later!

Peace,

Julia