Five days short of a month. That might be a new record.
Why haven't I posted? Because I haven't done anything worth writing about. I've missed three great walks for a variety of lame reasons.
On September 24, I planned on doing the Hibernia County Park walk with the Chester County Rovers. It was an hour and twenty minutes away. I left the roommate get into my head about wasting gas and driving three hours to walk for one hour. I ultimately decided not to go. It was a beautiful day.
On October 2, I planned on hiking with Get Out Lehigh Valley. It had poured the day before and was supposed to pour that day as well. The hike at the Horth Easement was near Jacobsurg State Park and advertised rocks, roots steep hills and lots of mud.I cancelled. I would have fallen in the mud. Now in the balance class I'm taking cancelling plans because of fear of falling is a big no-no. I did it anyway.
On October 8 I was excited to do the walk at the Philadelphia Navy Yard with the volkssporters. Friday, as I was driving home my check engine light came on. Instead of the Navy Yard, I went to the garage. Five days and $1000 later, the car is running better than it has in years.
I fell three times last week. It might have been two. One I think was a dream. I find it odd, since I'm taking a balance class. Navy Yard day I tripped over the corner of the carpet and flew across the family room, landing on my knees and propelling the recliner backward and to the left a good foot an a half. I hurt so bad I just wanted to sit on the floor and cry. But instead I carefully crawled to the couch and lifted my butt onto it. I didn't stand for an hour. My knee felt like pincushions for about four hours. They still hurt. But not as much. My wrist hurt. And I might have hit my head.
The next day I went to help a nonagenarian. She wanted to change from summer curtains to winter ones, and cover the air conditioner. In the bedroom I stand on her cedar chest. Forgetting that my knees hurt I decided to jump off the cedar chest. My knees said hell no. I hit the floor and rolled. I missed he scooter by an inch. Maybe less. I also missed the bed and the bureau. I got up, grabbed the ladder and did the curtains in the living room. My knees were not happy that afternoon once the adrenaline rush was over. The third time I don't remember...but it seems so real. I think it might have been a dream, but I'm always tripping over the roomies feet because they block the doorway. (Don't even go there.)
I haven't been a total lazy ass. I've rode the Cubii a little but my knees screamed last week. Did Millie, but not the Senior
class (one week it was cancelled, and last week no car) or yoga. I've been
going to balance class which is also an hour of exercise. And walking
around the neighborhood. But really, does anyone want to read about
that? I think not.
Yesterday I took my international host students to Philly to Wonderspaces. It's in the Fashion District Mall, and designed for the Instagram generation. 15 rooms each having a different, very photographically theme. The exhibits change periodically. The two above are there favorites. The top one is a shadow wall but as you move it changes color and pattern. The bottom one is lights hanging like rain curtains programmed to music and they go on and off and change color. You walk thru them and make them move. They didn't care for the projection mapping.
They also enjoyed this one. There were three of these in the room. This square one, a triangular one, and a sphere one. They moved at 30 MPH and they changed as they moved. The shapes got bigger and smaller, they changed into a spiral. It was cool. The kids tried to take a video. I don't know if they succeeded.
The is place was right next door to the Reading Terminal Market. It was packed, but we went there for food. They found Indian cuisine and were very happy. I have never had Indian food that I haven't likes, but I didn't pick well. Not so good. But there was rice. I can't make rice here, so it was a very welcome choice.
They wanted to go to the Magic Garden in South Philly. I said no. There was no way I was driving to south Philly on a game day. Too many drunks. So we came home.
