The power of lists
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stephbgI am quite pleased with today. Late last night (strictly speaking early this morning) I made a list of things I'd like to do today and shiver me timbers if I didn't get through the lot. At least, I think so, having lost the list.
I went for a swim and managed a very puffy and messy yet triumphant 750m. I experimented with a new style of breastroke where I tuck in my chin to flex my neck, and lo and behold I feel I went much faster and the extra stretch felt good. The research continues.
Managed to nip out and see Mum before she flies off to Scotland tomorrow for one of her Trips. This has been a much deferred journey, having broken a shoulder last year and had the rescheduled trip cancelled for lack of interest by other punters. The latter was fortunate as it put her out of the way of pesky airport bombings in Glasgow and flooding in England. Fingers crossed for her safe return. She and Dad have had several SMS practice sessions so we hope to get regular reports of the "IN LONDON RAINING TRAIN WAS LATE" variety rather than the "SOMEONE BLEW UP THE TUBE AGAIN OUT OF HOSPITAL SOON" sort. We've not managed to convey the concept of SHOUTING.
Bought some pants. More of an achievement than it sounds, with myself being an unfortunate boxlike shape and having a dislike of the retail experience.
Did other stuff like bank a cheque, fill a script and remember to buy some "less intense" Listerine to try. Less intense my arse. Tastes a bit better than regular but it still does that explode-in-your-face thing quite effectively.
After a few casual hunting attempts have picked up a cheap copy of Harry Potter VII at the local Big W. May even read it some day. Got to finish that pile o' Traci Harding first.
Had my regular massage this afternoon. Failed miserably to explain my pinched nerve and subsequent agonies of the last few weeks without making it sound like a direct accusation of malpractice. Sigh. Open mouth, change feet. Or I would if I had that flexibility. Despite my appalling lack of tact my masseuse V was sensitive and effective as always, although we both got a fright when she found a new button in my right shoulder that releases an electric current and a bucket of adrenaline into my system. I've twitched on the table before. I've done it often, but I don't recall ever trying to throw myself onto the deck. It wasn't pain, it was just an almighty big reflex that somehow took in the entire right side of my body and told it to RUN!!!! NOW!!!! GET OUT!!!!!!! only in fewer words. Sadly for my co-ordination the left side of my body only managed a delayed and ineffectual "Wha..?". If only I could harness my powers for Good. Or Evil even.
BTW I highly recommend a blend of cloves and menthol as a massage balm.
Found out my uncle has prostate cancer (although caught early) and will start chemo soon. My aunt also in hospital with such huge a swelling in her leg that her skin has split :-(
My London-based sister is off to Greece for a two-week break. She works like a demon but knows how to stop every now and then.
I went for a swim and managed a very puffy and messy yet triumphant 750m. I experimented with a new style of breastroke where I tuck in my chin to flex my neck, and lo and behold I feel I went much faster and the extra stretch felt good. The research continues.
Managed to nip out and see Mum before she flies off to Scotland tomorrow for one of her Trips. This has been a much deferred journey, having broken a shoulder last year and had the rescheduled trip cancelled for lack of interest by other punters. The latter was fortunate as it put her out of the way of pesky airport bombings in Glasgow and flooding in England. Fingers crossed for her safe return. She and Dad have had several SMS practice sessions so we hope to get regular reports of the "IN LONDON RAINING TRAIN WAS LATE" variety rather than the "SOMEONE BLEW UP THE TUBE AGAIN OUT OF HOSPITAL SOON" sort. We've not managed to convey the concept of SHOUTING.
Bought some pants. More of an achievement than it sounds, with myself being an unfortunate boxlike shape and having a dislike of the retail experience.
Did other stuff like bank a cheque, fill a script and remember to buy some "less intense" Listerine to try. Less intense my arse. Tastes a bit better than regular but it still does that explode-in-your-face thing quite effectively.
After a few casual hunting attempts have picked up a cheap copy of Harry Potter VII at the local Big W. May even read it some day. Got to finish that pile o' Traci Harding first.
Had my regular massage this afternoon. Failed miserably to explain my pinched nerve and subsequent agonies of the last few weeks without making it sound like a direct accusation of malpractice. Sigh. Open mouth, change feet. Or I would if I had that flexibility. Despite my appalling lack of tact my masseuse V was sensitive and effective as always, although we both got a fright when she found a new button in my right shoulder that releases an electric current and a bucket of adrenaline into my system. I've twitched on the table before. I've done it often, but I don't recall ever trying to throw myself onto the deck. It wasn't pain, it was just an almighty big reflex that somehow took in the entire right side of my body and told it to RUN!!!! NOW!!!! GET OUT!!!!!!! only in fewer words. Sadly for my co-ordination the left side of my body only managed a delayed and ineffectual "Wha..?". If only I could harness my powers for Good. Or Evil even.
BTW I highly recommend a blend of cloves and menthol as a massage balm.
Found out my uncle has prostate cancer (although caught early) and will start chemo soon. My aunt also in hospital with such huge a swelling in her leg that her skin has split :-(
My London-based sister is off to Greece for a two-week break. She works like a demon but knows how to stop every now and then.
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Date: 2007-08-05 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-08-05 04:28 am (UTC)Is that when you're ducking your head back under your water. Because that sounds like a description of a good breast stroke style, that is, the one I had to use when I used to squad swim.
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Date: 2007-08-05 07:29 am (UTC)Squad swim? Anything serious?
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