Ask me how do I feel and if I were a bell, I'd be ... the Liberty Bell. Not quite the way I came out of the casting mold, but still ringable in the right circumstances.
I've been playing bridge regularly, to be sure, though I hit the gong there only about half the time. Gardening would be more of a bell-ringer if I could go more than 60 to 90 minutes before needing to quit.
I wasn't up doing for our annual party during the Garden Walk July 25 and 26, either. Sitting on the shady front porch in the afternoon was more my speed. Even so, thanks to a rainy June and some help from my friends, the yard once again was at its best, except at the corner, where the concrete had been dug up for installation of a new handicapped access sidewalk. Bad timing.
Although I'm not supposed to lift things that weigh more than 5 or 10 pounds, I managed to broom and scrape out the crappy topsoil the city installed after the new sidewalk was poured. The DPW guy in City Hall had agreed to let me handle the landscape remediation, but word apparently didn't get down to street level.
The replumbing for my bladder, meanwhile, seems to be working fine. (I wonder, however, how long it will take for the incisions to stop being red and crusty and become just scars.) Heart issues, meanwhile, are looming as the bigger concerns at the moment. After a revision in blood pressure meds, I'm pumping numbers that stray into the danger zone. On the plus side, there don't seem to be problems with the newly-instituted statin. No side effects that I've noticed so far. If that's all there is, I'll ring another bell.
