A couple of weeks ago, I managed to hurt my foot. The top of my foot, actually. I was mystified how I did it – I mean, if it was the bottom of my foot that would be easy. But it’s not like I walk around on the tops of my feet. How would that even work? And I didn’t drop anything on.
One of my co-workers suggested that I may have gotten a stress fracture from running. And that I’m getting old. Smart ass.
It only hurts when my shoes press against it or when, you know, I have feet. So, all the time. Not majorly, just enough to be annoying. Last week, I wore my black crocs to work. No one commented on them, but I thought that they looked enough like clown shoes that I should have just painted them red and been done with it.
It hasn’t slowed me down and it’s better today, but I think my running career is never going to get off the ground.
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Yesterday afternoon, my neighbor and I worked on our shared brick driveway – clearing weeds with a pair of dueling trimmers. He commented while we worked that he won an Akron Beautiful award for the work he’d done on his front yard. I’m doing good if I can keep my yard mowed and I expect my “Participant” trophy should show up any day.
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Since it was nice and cool this weekend, I had the windows open both upstairs and down. Thunder(cat) loves days like that – he runs from room to room and window to window -tracking his prey. I was coming downstairs and he charged past me with barely a glance on his way to the next window. I interpreted that glance to mean, “Get out of the way, human!”
Later, I was sitting on the couch while his tail sliced through the air intently, his steely gaze on some unsuspecting bird outside. I called his name to get his attention and he glared at me as if to say, “Shut. UP.”
And those of you that might say I am projecting – I would remind you that this is a cat we’re talking about and they are 98% attitude. The other 2% may be poop.
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At Donato’s yesterday, I was armed with a outlet cover and a screw-driver.
Which is pretty odd set of things to have with me – but this was very much on purpose. One of the booths at this Donato’s has an open outlet box – I’m guessing it was a phone jack at one point based on the wires hanging out – and that has been open for as long as we’ve been going there.
It bothered me.
So much that after a previous visit, I went out and bought a blank cover and put that and a small screw-driver in my car. So I’d be ready.
On this visit, I waited until the pizza had been ordered and the drinks brought over. As soon as the server left, I had the cover out and the screwdriver at the ready. It felt like it took forever, but I guess only maybe a minute or two passed. By the time the server came back with pizza, the deed had been done and the outlet box was safely covered.
I suppose I could have just reported it to a server and had the manager repair it – but where’s the fun in that? Instead, I created a mystery. When someone that works there finally notices it, no one is going to have any idea who did it.
Just call it reverse vandalism.