what a week

And I don't have a single picture.

Where to begin? I guess with the beginning. Sunday.

The fun part of the day was posted in an earlier thread. Sunday's, around 4, I take my sister back to the north side. We needed groceries, so I thought I'd just go then. My roomie had other plans. (Basically because she didn't want her twin to go to the store.) No. Don't go to Giant today. We're going tomorrow morning. I need my exercise. (One trip around a big box store is "exercise".)

So I caved and didn't go. But we needed one thing before then. I decided to stop at Aharts.  Then I decided to walk up and down the aisles because...well...I was procrastinating going home. As I get near the ice cream coolers, something felt slick underfoot. And down I went. In slow motion. I landed on my left hip.

Not a soul around. I tried to get up. It was slippery. Like oil. Still nobody. I crawled to the ice cream counter to grab the door handle. I didn't get up right away. As soon as I applied pressure to my left him, it hurt. Like hell. I finally get up and waddle to the front. The hip was starting to move better. I report that there is something on the floor by ice cream and I fell. I refuse to fill out an incident report.  (Come on, I hate paperwork. My girl scouts only had one rule. I don't fill out paperwork. It worked.)

I go home. My hip hurts. I settle in to watch the Oscars. Then I tried to go upstairs. Baby steps. With both handrails. Did I break it? Shit. Should have filled out the paperwork.

Found some Aleve and it wasn't expired. Took it. By the time I went to bed, it was better. Stairs were still an issue. They were the next morning also. More Aleve.

Bonnie and I had walking plans at 8. When it was time to go it was pouring. We had eggs instead. I was just a little happy we couldn't go. I can't imagine the pain.

And I ended up going to Giant alone, because it was raining, and the roomie didn't want to go in the rain.  So I walked up and down the aisles, then around the perimeter of the store. Just clal me a power shopper. That buggy was moving.

Tuesday the hip was a bit better, but the roofer gave me bad news. During the storm about a week ago, the roof leaked. He was there to fix it. The tech came down off the roof and told me that my 110 year old roof was declining. At some point within the next 10 years it will fail. Goodie. They just make quality stuff anymore. Oh, and by the way, my chimney is failing now. It's just a matter of time before it falls down. He took pixs.

Next day there is a man staring at my house. It's the boss-roofer. Yep. Chimney is in bad shape. He'll send me a quote with pixs. Just under $4k for the things listed on the contract. $50/hr plus materials for surprises. Swell. It's only 110 years old. Crappy craftsmanship. Should last at least two centuries, right?

Didn't walk the rest of the week until today. Again, Bonnie and I walked together. This time we walked in Fountain Hill, with an exciting stop at the money machine for the roomie. We like to live large.

Later, the excitement continues. My almost 14-year old niece is in Beauty and the Beast. We're going to go see it. A middle school musical. Can't wait...