6:50 a.m.
Weirdness of the day: The buzzy peripheral neuropathy has, for unknown reasons, receded by about 90%. Why? I cannot imagine. I’m not doing anything different. Not eating anything different. Not teetotaling. Not exercising more. Not exercising less. Not taking meds, other than an occasional ibuprofen and a daily hit of B12.
Headed out with the dog by way getting the daily stroll out of the way before the day warms up. Let us see what result that brings…
****
8:15 a.m.
Back in the house. GORGEOUS morning! Cool but not cold. High fluffy clouds lurking overhead. Neighbors and their doggies skipping around the park. You couldn’t ask for anything better!
PN continues about the same: significantly reduced over the past few days’ misdventure. Still, no clue why.
But…if it backs off by a proportionate degree over the next couple of days, the pain and buzzing will essentially be gone. Maybe there’s at least some hope that it’ll go away.
Meanwhile, the park is full of our lovely neighbors, most of them out for their daily health-walk. Jet planes flying out of the West Valley’s Luke Air Force Base take off, roar around, head back to the base, land. Great fun to watch those things charging around!
Luke is just west and south of Sun City, a ghetto for the agèd on the road to California.
SC: my mother loved it. My father disliked children, and so SC looked like some kind of nirvana to him. Neither of my paents was fond of kids — not by any means — and so when they learned of Sun City about the time my father was ready to retire, they thought they’d found heaven. They got me in to the University of Arizona (150 miles to the south) at the end of my junior year in high school, and as soon as I was out of their graying hair, my father quit his job and they moved to Old Folks Central.
Yes. So delighted was my mother with this advance move to Retirement that she convinced herself that she LOVED the racket of fighter jets shooting in and out of Luke. She would sit on their screened back porch and sip coffee for two hours while those planes went ROAR…ROAR…ROAR…over the house and the backyard.
😀
Well…whatever makes ya happy, eh?
What makes Ruby the Corgi happy is…POOL DUDE!
BELOVED Pool Dude.
That little dog just dotes on the man. Weirdly. she seems to know when it’s Tuesday, his regular service day. And by golly, she parks herself by the back screen doors and gazes into the backyard, awaiting his Glory’s arrival.
Why she loves the guy so much escapes me. Is there some sort of dog-entrancing cologne??? No idea. He seems like a normal, ordinary sorta fella: polite, down-to-earth, focused on his job. But something about him enchants that dog.
When we lived in Sun City, my mother used to start each day sitting on her screen porch, sipping coffee and listening to the interminable ear-splitting blast from those F-15s, which would start the day at dawn and scream on for several hours.