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Jul. 13th, 2009 10:15 am*whines* My paw has been sore since Saturday when I ran the super weed-whacker through the backyard and man-handled it into and out of the trunk of my car. I'm wearing my wrist brace like I normally do, but a couple times now I've leaned against a wall, or tried to pick something up and been rewarded with shooting pains where I had the surgery years ago. I've decided to see a doctor about it and find out whether there's anything that can be done, as the problem there in general doesn't seem to be getting better on its own.
I'm going to call the the office of the doctor that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moiracoon sees. The one I've been going to is ok, but he's a nephrology specialist, not so much of a general practitioner. I was going to him because he's been my dad's doctor forever (my dad being diabetic), but I like my sweetie's description of her guy, so I'm going to try him out.
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I had a really nice weekend, spent partly working on household projects and Ebay, and partly (yesterday afternoon) on a mini road-trip with the raccoon to an antique store in Richmond where she andmocha_mephooki had previously located a hoard of vintage tools. Though I was hoping for smithing tools and didn't find any, it was still a really fun trip and I found a number of things to oggle. I kept looking at the ice tongs and other old metalwork, trying to decide whether they were hand-forged or not. I don't think I'm experienced enough to tell.
From there, we went to Lake Geneva, where we ate at Popeye's (no, not that Popeye's; another one), spent a few minutes at the arcade (I got in games of Arkanoid, Asteroids, and Addams Family pinball), and capped it with a little ice cream from Kilwin's. It was a first for me; I'd never had Blue Moon before. I can only describe the taste as...blue. But I liked it.
Unfortunately, Moira took a mis-step and hurt her ankle; the same one she sprained quite badly in Minnesota a ways back. I'm sending good thoughts to her today. After being unable to locate crutches in the house, I got dressed and drove back out at ten-thirty to my parents' house to borrow some and make sure she'd have them for today if she needed them.
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One picture a day seems to be a good amount. I don't end up putting a ton of stuff out there behind a cut that nobody looks at, and I actually get a few comments. Plus, I get to share some of my pictures that I like, and know that it won't be forever and a day until I get to them. Here's today's:
This is looking up toward the top of the control structure of the Damen Silos. This small, squarish section of the building rises to double the height of the silos (which are no slouches themselves in the height department) and contains ductwork, chutes, and gears. The top floor houses the remants of an electrical distribution system. (As always, you can see a larger version by clicking on the pictures, and then clicking 'all sizes' at the top of the image on the Flickr page.)
This picture is from a vantage point on the riverfront side of the silos, on a dock constructed of weather-greyed boards that ripple up and down in places. The occasional pleasure-boat passed by as we explored, but didn't seem to pay us any mind, fortunately.
While I think the lens flare on this picture actually added something to it, I don't like it on the one above. But so it goes. Maybe I need to get hoods for my lenses if I'm going to do a lot of looking-into-the-sky shots.
I'm going to call the the office of the doctor that
moiracoon sees. The one I've been going to is ok, but he's a nephrology specialist, not so much of a general practitioner. I was going to him because he's been my dad's doctor forever (my dad being diabetic), but I like my sweetie's description of her guy, so I'm going to try him out.--------
I had a really nice weekend, spent partly working on household projects and Ebay, and partly (yesterday afternoon) on a mini road-trip with the raccoon to an antique store in Richmond where she and
mocha_mephooki had previously located a hoard of vintage tools. Though I was hoping for smithing tools and didn't find any, it was still a really fun trip and I found a number of things to oggle. I kept looking at the ice tongs and other old metalwork, trying to decide whether they were hand-forged or not. I don't think I'm experienced enough to tell.From there, we went to Lake Geneva, where we ate at Popeye's (no, not that Popeye's; another one), spent a few minutes at the arcade (I got in games of Arkanoid, Asteroids, and Addams Family pinball), and capped it with a little ice cream from Kilwin's. It was a first for me; I'd never had Blue Moon before. I can only describe the taste as...blue. But I liked it.
Unfortunately, Moira took a mis-step and hurt her ankle; the same one she sprained quite badly in Minnesota a ways back. I'm sending good thoughts to her today. After being unable to locate crutches in the house, I got dressed and drove back out at ten-thirty to my parents' house to borrow some and make sure she'd have them for today if she needed them.
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One picture a day seems to be a good amount. I don't end up putting a ton of stuff out there behind a cut that nobody looks at, and I actually get a few comments. Plus, I get to share some of my pictures that I like, and know that it won't be forever and a day until I get to them. Here's today's:
This is looking up toward the top of the control structure of the Damen Silos. This small, squarish section of the building rises to double the height of the silos (which are no slouches themselves in the height department) and contains ductwork, chutes, and gears. The top floor houses the remants of an electrical distribution system. (As always, you can see a larger version by clicking on the pictures, and then clicking 'all sizes' at the top of the image on the Flickr page.)
This picture is from a vantage point on the riverfront side of the silos, on a dock constructed of weather-greyed boards that ripple up and down in places. The occasional pleasure-boat passed by as we explored, but didn't seem to pay us any mind, fortunately.
While I think the lens flare on this picture actually added something to it, I don't like it on the one above. But so it goes. Maybe I need to get hoods for my lenses if I'm going to do a lot of looking-into-the-sky shots.
