Funny stuff seen in Kirkland today
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SchadenFriday
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Giving it a shot
I was heading to the living room to do PT this morning, but a the first hints of a nice sunrise were peeking over the treetops, and I really wanted to get out in it. I had whined in an email last night to ![]()
njbearcub1 that my PT hadn't been yielding the results I wanted, but it had actually been a while since I checked. So I geared up and headed out.
![Good morning]()
This photo screams "Everett!" to me. Property with a million dollar view and a rusty truck in the yard.
![Everett in a nutshell]()
But it really is pretty here. I walked toward the water, past historic homes pressed into the hillside. Fog was clinging to the next hill off in the distance, and I noticed the entire valley was fogged in as I headed back.
![Sea of fog]()
That made me wish I'd driven out to the slough or the riverside trail to walk, but maybe I'll do that on Sunday instead. It's nicer to go to places like that when there's no weekday traffic.
![Today's awesome walk, 3.6 miles in 1:13 (281ft gain)]()
The yellow circle is a trail that goes down Forgotten Creek. I'll check that out some other time. It's too bad BNSF has a fence at the bottom, otherwise there'd be access to the trail to Pigeon Creek Beach.
It occurred to me on the way back that I have to have the same attitude about PT that I do about exercise. Keep at it and enjoy the benefits as they occur, rather than having a goal in mind and being frustrated because you're not there. That sets people up for failure anyway, because they're willing to make themselves miserable for a short time to reach a goal, doing things that aren't sustainable in the long run.
njbearcub1 that my PT hadn't been yielding the results I wanted, but it had actually been a while since I checked. So I geared up and headed out.
This photo screams "Everett!" to me. Property with a million dollar view and a rusty truck in the yard.
But it really is pretty here. I walked toward the water, past historic homes pressed into the hillside. Fog was clinging to the next hill off in the distance, and I noticed the entire valley was fogged in as I headed back.
That made me wish I'd driven out to the slough or the riverside trail to walk, but maybe I'll do that on Sunday instead. It's nicer to go to places like that when there's no weekday traffic.
The yellow circle is a trail that goes down Forgotten Creek. I'll check that out some other time. It's too bad BNSF has a fence at the bottom, otherwise there'd be access to the trail to Pigeon Creek Beach.
It occurred to me on the way back that I have to have the same attitude about PT that I do about exercise. Keep at it and enjoy the benefits as they occur, rather than having a goal in mind and being frustrated because you're not there. That sets people up for failure anyway, because they're willing to make themselves miserable for a short time to reach a goal, doing things that aren't sustainable in the long run.
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Prisoners
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CATURDAY
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JAKE!
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MAKE ME DINNER NAO
Garrett sent me this from our new kitchen tablet. He's currently mounting it on a cabinet by the stove so we can read recipes off it. He even gave it its own email address so we can send links to it.
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A mole or something screwed up my tattoo
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Basement buddies
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The dog on the Drumstick website looks like it's having an existential crisis.
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Spoopy fog
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Garrett's having fun with the pressure washer
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New fort
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My back feels so much better
Which isn't to say that it feels perfect. It just feels like the normal level of pain that I've dealt with most of the time, for a long time. I went for a walk in the fog yesterday and never did any PT, and I think I'll just keep up with the walks for now and see what happens.
For those who don't know, the original injury happened (I think) in 2000. I'd just done the MS Walk with my coworkers, and as we were heading back to the cars where we'd parked them at UW, I saw some small climbing rocks. I decided, stupidly, to run up one and jump off, and landed with my legs too stiff. The immediate blast of pain in my lower back was so intense, I was surprised to be able to walk the rest of the way to the car. Over the next couple of years, it bothered me daily, though not necessarily in a painful way. Weird, shocky sensations when I would move certain ways, especially when I would bend in the shower.
Eventually, it went away, but it was aggravated again a few years later. A friend asked me to drive about a half hour outside of town to adopt a dog in the morning, and I agreed, but said I didn't want to be involved in her move, which she was doing that afternoon. Right when it was time for me to go home, she realized that she forgot to write down the phone number for the guy who was supposed to help her, so I got roped into it anyway. And she had one of those damn fold-out couches that feel like they're made of lead. So, after a couple of years of no issues, the pain was back. In 2008, I was walking down the hallway at work, and out of nowhere, an explosion of pain that felt like the original injury at UW shot down my legs, and I could barely shuffle back to my desk. My plan that afternoon was to meet up with a guy who'd recently dumped me at the movies (a first, "we can still be friends, right?" kinda meetup), but instead I had to ask him to pick me up at work because I wasn't sure I could make it to the bus stop down the street.
That made it serious enough to seek medical attention. A couple of specialists had a look and figured out that I had a bulging disc. And no, I don't remember which one. Everyone always asks me which one. They sent me to physical therapy, which worked out pretty well, though the therapist confirmed what I feared. It would never be truly better, just under control.
I call it "museum back." Standing around or even walking slowly just kills me. Sitting for too long does as well. Walking isn't an issue if it's under control. I could walk for a couple of hours, but standing at a bus stop for ten minutes to get home was torture. So now I want to get walking again, because if it hurts when I walk, that's how I know it's not under control. I can't judge it by the way it feels when I'm sitting at home all day, because that hurts anyway. And trying to replace walking with strength training doesn't help, either, because most of that is done while standing. So, walking it is. That's what's made me happiest anyway.
For those who don't know, the original injury happened (I think) in 2000. I'd just done the MS Walk with my coworkers, and as we were heading back to the cars where we'd parked them at UW, I saw some small climbing rocks. I decided, stupidly, to run up one and jump off, and landed with my legs too stiff. The immediate blast of pain in my lower back was so intense, I was surprised to be able to walk the rest of the way to the car. Over the next couple of years, it bothered me daily, though not necessarily in a painful way. Weird, shocky sensations when I would move certain ways, especially when I would bend in the shower.
Eventually, it went away, but it was aggravated again a few years later. A friend asked me to drive about a half hour outside of town to adopt a dog in the morning, and I agreed, but said I didn't want to be involved in her move, which she was doing that afternoon. Right when it was time for me to go home, she realized that she forgot to write down the phone number for the guy who was supposed to help her, so I got roped into it anyway. And she had one of those damn fold-out couches that feel like they're made of lead. So, after a couple of years of no issues, the pain was back. In 2008, I was walking down the hallway at work, and out of nowhere, an explosion of pain that felt like the original injury at UW shot down my legs, and I could barely shuffle back to my desk. My plan that afternoon was to meet up with a guy who'd recently dumped me at the movies (a first, "we can still be friends, right?" kinda meetup), but instead I had to ask him to pick me up at work because I wasn't sure I could make it to the bus stop down the street.
That made it serious enough to seek medical attention. A couple of specialists had a look and figured out that I had a bulging disc. And no, I don't remember which one. Everyone always asks me which one. They sent me to physical therapy, which worked out pretty well, though the therapist confirmed what I feared. It would never be truly better, just under control.
I call it "museum back." Standing around or even walking slowly just kills me. Sitting for too long does as well. Walking isn't an issue if it's under control. I could walk for a couple of hours, but standing at a bus stop for ten minutes to get home was torture. So now I want to get walking again, because if it hurts when I walk, that's how I know it's not under control. I can't judge it by the way it feels when I'm sitting at home all day, because that hurts anyway. And trying to replace walking with strength training doesn't help, either, because most of that is done while standing. So, walking it is. That's what's made me happiest anyway.
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Creppy
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Best minor character in ages
Episodes is such an awesome show.
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Today's awesome walk, 4.46 miles in 1:34 (362ft gain)
I wanted to turn back near the reservoir and wished I'd walked straight that way and down to Forgotten Creek, but I pushed on because I figured a nice foggy morning like this would be a great time to see it.
I saw these crows on the way back and sent this photo to flickr with the caption, "I think they have a plan."
Sure enough, a couple of blocks away, they all flew past me and landed on another set of wires. I think they work for the squirrel who rules our back yard.
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Spoopy shopping
Questionable naming:
I really do love shopping early in the morning when nobody's around. Especially at WinCo, since all the shelves are completely stocked. It almost feels bad to take a can of something and ruin it.
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