So I was about to post Superstition as today’s Sunday Song and then I remembered this video that my Twitter pal Chris @antimega RT’d the other day. Enjoy…
no idea who James Corden is
So dammit! Years ago I used to run almost every morning. It was the only aerobic exercise that I enjoyed. Then when I reached 40 my lower back and hips gave out, so I had to stop. And so I bought a bicycle and took regular jaunts along the river (though it actually felt like more exercise lugging the thing up and down three long flights of stairs). More recently I’ve taken to riding the recumbent bike at the gym, where I actually get a good sweat going, usually riding for about an hour.
Then my left knee starting giving me grief, starting a few months ago, feeling all stiff and achy, especially on the stairs. I chalked it up to age & weight and just got on with things. Until the other morning. Somehow overnight the knee situation got serious and it was suddenly VERY painful. So yesterday I went to see Dr Agustín and he wiggled my knee around a bit and went “whoah, listen to that!”. “That” being a clickety-click sound that I’d been trying to ignore. Anyhow, it seems I have a bad case of osteoarthritis which, yep, is most likely due to age & weight. And apparently there’s not much (anything?) I can do about it, other than lose weight to alleviate the stress on the knee. Except I was told to stop cycling (at least until Dr A sees the x-rays I’m getting done next week), which will make weight loss even more difficult. *sigh*
It’s funny (or not) how sometimes you just let things slide because, well, who knows really? This has been the situation here at casa az for awhile. Ever since I bought one of those big “last forever” LED bulbs at IKEA for the kitchen and it proceeded to malfunction (I think because of the weight, disconnecting the existing fixture, recipe for a short circuit, FIRE AND DEATH). So I haven’t been using the overhead kitchen light for (srsly) months, because I can’t bring myself to dangle atop a tall rickety ladder and see what’s going on up there. Meanwhile, been using the over-the-cooker-fan-thingy-light in the kitchen which is 1) inadequate beyond belief and 2) blows out every couple of months.
Then there’s the bathroom, which has a light fixture over the mirror that has never worked properly, and has a tendency to blow out one of the two bulbs almost moments after it’s been replaced. Though I did dangle precariously atop my rickety ladder awhile back to finally replace the bulb in the bathroom ceiling fixture. So that works now, but it’s attached to the fan and makes too much noise. And I still need an over the mirror light.
Finally, there’s my rooftop terrace. Which has NEVER had a working light outside, even though there are wires hanging out of a hole in the wall – the very place for one to be installed!
Can I tell you? It’s been almost five years since I moved in here. Without an outdoor light on my effing terrace – the one that people always envy, the one I barely use other than to dry my clothes.
I don’t know what’s happened to me. Back in my old place I was always dangling off ladders performing various feats of DIY, simply because I couldn’t afford to have someone come in to do it for me. And I didn’t even mind doing it (much), just got the job done and all that. So how I ended up without a working ceiling light in my kitchen for MONTHS is beyond me.
Anyhow, that is all about to change when Manolo the Handyman shows up here tomorrow morning. Can’t wait.
That ol’ Twitter magic happened again this week when I found out that Andrew @AndrewFriedhoff and Cristina @cristinalndn were in town from London. We’d all been following each other for ages but I didn’t know that Cristina is a Sevillana. Though what I did know is that both are great food & wine lovers, so we made a plan to meet up for tapas. First stop was at the always fabulous Bodeguita Romero, where he had some lovely jamón and a couple of other tapitas, paired with outstanding sherries from Bodegas Tradición. Our starters finished, we went off to meet Cristina’s sister Mónica and her husband Armando at Petit Comité. A wonderful evening with new friends, all thanks once again to Twitter.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am in constant battle with my HAIR. It’s a scary frizzy mess that I tame into submission every morning by tying it back with plenty of product, but the dangly bits still fall prey to humidity. And so, after running a few errands and working up a bit of a sweat today, I thought I still had plenty of time to get home, change my top and FIX THE HAIR before meeting a friend for lunch. Then it turned out that I didn’t. Well, the top was passable, but not the HAIR. And then it hit me that my hairdresser’s was on the way to the meeting point, so I whipped in and said “Joaquín, can you please lend me a straightener (plancha)?” and he got one out right away and plugged it in. I’m not sure if he thought I was nuts, but it was quite a neat “quick fix” and I was able to get on with my day. It also left me with a renewed feeling of how at home I am here in Sevilla. Good ol’ Joaquín.
Meet Sterling. Named so not just because he’s a lovely matte silver, but also for his many sterling qualities. The i7 processor, 12 gm RAM, 1 T memory. I’ve been working (and playing) with him all weekend and have to say I’m very happy with my purchase. And flatmate Peter is happy too because he has inherited the Greyhound. Question: what to do with two very old laptops no longer in use?
I am happy to report that The Dude is looking a bit more chipper these days. I’ve been quite worried about him, especially because this year’s brutally hot summer seemed to really take it out of him (he looked so worn down and I kept wondering where he got water to drink). But he seems to be back, clearly reigning over his territory in the Barrio Santa Cruz, with a girlfriend or two. And people just love him. I’ve honestly never known a more laid back street cat. I have always thought that he must have a home somewhere (street cats don’t usuallyl live as long as he has), but as someone recently suggested, he probably has many homes and many many names. I still think he might be Loki’s dad, as the litter of abandoned kittens were found not far from where The Dude abides. You never know.