12 Laps and 2 Gallons of Blueberries and Fic

So we went to the athletic club and went swimming today.  My goal of doing one more lap each time was met and exceeded.  Those of you following my work outs closely (HA!) will note that last time I went swimming I only did ten laps.  I got to the end of lap eleven and felt like I could do one more and instead of shrugging off that feeling and saying no, you don't want to do one more because then next time you will have to do thirteen laps instead of twelve, I went ahead and did twelve.  Without resting at any point, except to readjust my goggles.  I could have done thirteen today, but my mind said--"WTH are you doing, trying to be healthy or something?"--so I decided to wait until I could trick it into doing more laps next time when it wasn't looking.  This seems like a suitable plan and one that might work. *nods*

I am almost halfway to my goal of being able to swim 25 laps and a quarter of the way to my goal of being able to swim 50 laps.  I didn't do anything else, but this was not because I didn't want to.  This is because I did something unspeakable to my hip on Tuesday.  I made a physical therapy appointment with the massage person because it was so bad and went on Thursday and will go again on Monday.  It didn't help as much as I hoped.  The swimming did, though, so I will definitely swim again tomorrow and Sunday.  I still don't know what the heck I did to it.  Periodically it does this.  I think it is called getting older.  Well, it might also have to do with my hip dysplasia that developed when I was pregnant with Rose, but it feels muscular.

I can walk, I can stand, I can swim, but sitting hurts like hell.  Driving wasn't too bad because I could adjust the seat to an angle that didn't cause intense agony, but sitting for dinner about killed me today.  I ate breakfast and lunch in bed, but I like to have dinner with the kids every night.  I think I should have just had them come sit on my bed tonight! *laughs*

We went out and picked blueberries after dinner, when it had cooled off.  I picked 2 gallons myself, and Rose did about half a gallon, Tobias played with the chickens and ducks and my mom picked about 1.5 gallons.  2 gallons are boiling into syrup for making jelly tomorrow and mom is threatening to make pie with the surplus.  This is not a bad thing.  Mom makes good pie.  It just means the house will be extra hot from the oven tomorrow.  I want to pick blackberries, too, but I don't want to get scratched and in this heat I don't want to wear long sleeves and jeans, so that probably will not happen.

I also harvested two honking big heads of cauliflower that I will boil tomorrow when the jelly is making things hot anyway, and then mash to death and then put in the blender to make them creamy.  Nice low carb sub for potatoes.  Then I don't have to worry about veg for the next three days and can just make meat in the crockpot, nuke up some sweet corn, and not heat up the house every day since this week is supposed to be a scorcher.  Maybe I should make a few batches of biscuits tomorrow, too, seeing as the oven will be on and jelly will be made.

I am debating what to do about fic at the moment.  It seems like a good idea to write some, but every time I go to do it I get distracted by vegging out in front of The Colony.  Is it possible to become addicted to something after only watching three episodes?  I want to write post-apocalyptic fic now.  Or that Eleven thing that is kicking around my brain where (Spoilers for Season Five) during the rewind in the Big Bang he travels to Pete's World (because that is where you go when you have been erased from the prime universe) and helps Rose build the dimension cannon so she can get back to Ten, but never tells her who he is.  Or maybe he does.  Or she guesses.  But I'm not starting anything new.  Probably.  Gotta finish LoF and then get back to A Sky Without Stars.  Then maybe I will.  Why do I always have other ideas when I don't want them?

12 Laps and 2 Gallons of Blueberries and Fic

So we went to the athletic club and went swimming today.  My goal of doing one more lap each time was met and exceeded.  Those of you following my work outs closely (HA!) will note that last time I went swimming I only did ten laps.  I got to the end of lap eleven and felt like I could do one more and instead of shrugging off that feeling and saying no, you don't want to do one more because then next time you will have to do thirteen laps instead of twelve, I went ahead and did twelve.  Without resting at any point, except to readjust my goggles.  I could have done thirteen today, but my mind said--"WTH are you doing, trying to be healthy or something?"--so I decided to wait until I could trick it into doing more laps next time when it wasn't looking.  This seems like a suitable plan and one that might work. *nods*

I am almost halfway to my goal of being able to swim 25 laps and a quarter of the way to my goal of being able to swim 50 laps.  I didn't do anything else, but this was not because I didn't want to.  This is because I did something unspeakable to my hip on Tuesday.  I made a physical therapy appointment with the massage person because it was so bad and went on Thursday and will go again on Monday.  It didn't help as much as I hoped.  The swimming did, though, so I will definitely swim again tomorrow and Sunday.  I still don't know what the heck I did to it.  Periodically it does this.  I think it is called getting older.  Well, it might also have to do with my hip dysplasia that developed when I was pregnant with Rose, but it feels muscular.

I can walk, I can stand, I can swim, but sitting hurts like hell.  Driving wasn't too bad because I could adjust the seat to an angle that didn't cause intense agony, but sitting for dinner about killed me today.  I ate breakfast and lunch in bed, but I like to have dinner with the kids every night.  I think I should have just had them come sit on my bed tonight! *laughs*

We went out and picked blueberries after dinner, when it had cooled off.  I picked 2 gallons myself, and Rose did about half a gallon, Tobias played with the chickens and ducks and my mom picked about 1.5 gallons.  2 gallons are boiling into syrup for making jelly tomorrow and mom is threatening to make pie with the surplus.  This is not a bad thing.  Mom makes good pie.  It just means the house will be extra hot from the oven tomorrow.  I want to pick blackberries, too, but I don't want to get scratched and in this heat I don't want to wear long sleeves and jeans, so that probably will not happen.

I also harvested two honking big heads of cauliflower that I will boil tomorrow when the jelly is making things hot anyway, and then mash to death and then put in the blender to make them creamy.  Nice low carb sub for potatoes.  Then I don't have to worry about veg for the next three days and can just make meat in the crockpot, nuke up some sweet corn, and not heat up the house every day since this week is supposed to be a scorcher.  Maybe I should make a few batches of biscuits tomorrow, too, seeing as the oven will be on and jelly will be made.

I am debating what to do about fic at the moment.  It seems like a good idea to write some, but every time I go to do it I get distracted by vegging out in front of The Colony.  Is it possible to become addicted to something after only watching three episodes?  I want to write post-apocalyptic fic now.  Or that Eleven thing that is kicking around my brain where (Spoilers for Season Five) during the rewind in the Big Bang he travels to Pete's World (because that is where you go when you have been erased from the prime universe) and helps Rose build the dimension cannon so she can get back to Ten, but never tells her who he is.  Or maybe he does.  Or she guesses.  But I'm not starting anything new.  Probably.  Gotta finish LoF and then get back to A Sky Without Stars.  Then maybe I will.  Why do I always have other ideas when I don't want them?