Notes - a Sunday drive to Oxford

       Sunday afternoon. Earlier you took the scenic drive over to Oxford via State Route 73 from Monroe to have lunch at the Phan-Shin Chinese Restaurant on High Street. Once you arrived you discovered it permanently closed. You ended up at McDonalds near Kroger's on the west side. The drive was pleasant both ways and you treated yourselves to Graeter's kids' cups on Cox Road before heading home. Carol is out raking leaves for the trash pickup in the morning. You missed the Mason leaf pickup last Thursday. - Amorella

       1634 hours. It was an enjoyable drive; we got 44 miles per gallon which shows it was a leisurely trip both ways. We were disappointed that Phan-Shin had closed and it looks like the space is being divided for two smaller restaurants instead, one Chinese and the other Indian. We also found the new Texas Roadhouse Jen told us about, it is two cities blocks west of Longhorn, buried, as it were, on a side street just east of the I-75 interchange. You can't see the sign from Tylersville but you can see the building as you cross the Tylersville bridge (at intersection) coming east.

       You were out back helping Carol decide which few rocks to take from the flower garden. Originally the wall was two rocks high, about six inches. Now the rocks are about four inches. The have shrunk into the ground as rocks do these last twenty-five years and the garden soil has moved down almost covering some of the rocks before the ten foot steep drop the ravine to Muddy Creek. - Amorella

       1700 hours. Twenty-five and less years ago it was fun to collect rocks to bottom out the ravine and put along the banks and make steps down from the concrete landing we had put in for outdoor chairs and a table. No more. It is a dare to walk to the ravine these days. Tomorrow I make an appointment to see about my recent and reoccurring  back and leg problems. I almost took a pain pill last night. I did take a therapeutic bath with bubbles late morning. It helped some, at least I saved a pill for a worse time. The thunder-like pains feel like I had been hit with a shovel (which I had once while working at the Cleveland foundry in 1960-61). The sharp pain are relatively new in the last week or so. Lightning bolt like the travel above or near the hip, either side, if I move in no particular way. It appears to travel six to ten inch at a strike. I usually utter groan-like sound or a squeak of sorts unconsciously. Very embarrassing. I pride myself on my ability to hide physical pain. The thunder is usually a seven or eight on the hospital ten point scale and the lightning is an eight to ten on the scale. My sugar has been down around 105 to 115; today it was 93 a new but healthy low. I assume the problem is 'old age'. The only thing that bothers me is when I get up or get out of a car my legs don't move until they have 'settled', that is, they wait for reassurance I suppose that it is okay to move them. It takes less than a few seconds but it is very noticeable to me. I keep thinking of my cousin David who would pause sometimes more than a minute before his legs would move. I am digressing and being more intimate in my honesty here. (1727)

       At least you are not apologizing for how you are handling yourself. Enough for now. Post. - Amorella