my birk floated away

This really isn't a post about walking. Or exercise. Or diet. I really try to limit my stories about the roommate, but today I'm pissed off. So you Dear Readers get to hear my tale of woe.

Every eight weeks or so I have my nails done and a pedicure. It's the only thing girly I do. More importantly it was some pamper time for me. I don't know how it started but the roomie started coming along. I've probably mentioned she rarely leaves the house. Yet alone her Lazy Boy.

So we go. The roomie also went next door to Style America and got her hair cut. Of our outing this wasn't so bad. Yet.

The roomie really doesn't eat much. Never did. Rotten teeth don't help. And when she does, it goes right through her. She chose a national chain. This time I was prepared and looked up the menu before I left. I had ideas. (I need to ask Megan about Weight Watcher points. Several items were labeled 8/9 points. I think that's a good thing.) Everything on the under 550 menu had shrimp. Ick. The biggest thing again was the salt. Again, it was in the next time zone.

Black clouds were gathering as we headed from the restaurant to Bottom Dollar. The roomie has picked up my old soda habit. She drinks about a two liter a day. Bottom Dollar had soda for 79 cents. I ran in, got that and a few other things we needed. Some frozen. I put that bag in the car (just in case there was a storm when we got home. We could turn on the air and wait.) and the others in the trunk. It started to thunder.

As we are driving home the rain begins. We were driving into the storm. By the time we hit the bridge, my wipers were on high speed and I couldn't see a thing. By Broadway the roads were flooded. It was raining hard when we got home.

A miracle—I parked in front of my house. I said to her it's only a couple few feet, I'm taking the frozen food in. I had cover with the tree, the awning, and a umbrella. The storm should be over in five minutes. I get on the porch, fairly dry, unlock the door and go into the house and I see the car moving. She is climbing over the gear shift to come out my door!

"What the &*%@ are you doing?"

"Coming out your side. I have to go."

"You can't wait five minutes?"

"I'm caught on the brake!" The brake was jammed all the way up her short legs.

In the struggle to get her free, I lost the umbrella, and my lower body is getting drench. There is a river running over my feet. I went to move my foot and the current took my Birk right off my foot and sent it hurling downstream. &*%@.

I finally got her free and she ran into the house. I had to totally change. And clean up the water from the rain in four rooms.


By the time I came downstairs the rain had stopped. Thankfully my Birk became caught on a cars tire before it reached the sewer.


There's a 5K tomorrow. The Run for Riley.  Guess I should go for a walk to prepare for it.