It’s interesting how life things just…happen. I had started out today’s posting by putting words on the screen Saturday. I knew it was gonna be about the first, triumphant walk to work…and I wanted bragging rights.
Then Sunday night happened – an unfortunate incident involving a pan of freshly hard-boiled eggs and my sock – and I started a second post for today growling about the vicissitudes of fate and rapid disrobing techniques.
Hence – the double title for today’s post. I wasn’t sure until this morning which one was gonna go up…I couldn’t pick a favorite, so they both did.
First – I believe Spring has finally gotten Mother Nature firmly back on her meds and moderating her off-the-wall mood swings…we had a beautiful day here in Wisconsin on Saturday.
I got to take a walk, and solidify my work route. According to the map – I got in 1.8 miles for the round trip. The route to work is only 1.5 miles, so I’ve proven to myself that I CAN walk the distance.
Today – I got that nice morning. It was in the high 50’s at 7am – a bit of a breeze and overcast, and a slight chance of rain for the walk home.
I took to the streets.
First, there was the march through the downtown district – pavement, pavement, pavement…but our buildings are pretty cool, so I’m OK with that. If I didn’t like all the paving, I wouldn’t have moved to the center of downtown in the first place.
I got to the Fox River…this is where the pavement shrinks and the green starts.
Who doesn’t love a walk in the park? Especially when there’s moving water involved? The green and growing and the flowing water generate a very in-tune-with-the-Natural vibe that’s evident even just off the center of the bustling downtown district. It’s one of the reasons I focus so well in downtown Waukesha – the river winds through it and tamps down the oppressive “Buy more shit now” energy generated by humans caught in the throes of capitalism.
So…the 2nd leg of my walk is through Bethesda Park, following the Fox River. Right now, the trees are still bare, but the grass is greening up so it shouldn’t be long before we have buds springing from those sharp branches.
This will forever after be called (in my mind, at least) the Beetle Bridge. What I love about this is, even through there is other tagging work on it – nobody has bothered to molest the faces. Under this bridge, there’s additional artwork which has also remained clean of hostile influences.
Directly after the bridge – there’s a home with an overabundance of little purple flowers in the front lawn, and I can see the iris plants poking their green blades up from the leftover fall leaves. Spring is aggressively on its way here.
And here we go for the third and final leg of the trip – up to say hello to my greenspace, and continue up the street to land at work.
1.6 miles – before coffee – DONE.
But…this trip very nearly got delayed again…because sometimes…eggs happen.
Personally, I think the remnants of my fat cells have gone out and summoned a demon in protest. They’re sick of the ever-shrinking living accommodations my butt is providing, and have taken it into their own hands (or a reasonable facsimile thereof…) to right the wrongs of this ‘damnable Keto diet thing.’
We’re a household of hard-boiled egg eaters. I have egg salad from time to time, S likes her HB Eggs with a shot of mustard, B takes three to work each morning, and D will grab one on occasion – even though he worries about the cholesterol content. Eggs are perfect for keto, ideal for gluten-free, and a low-sodium, very low-cost complete protein source. Every Sunday night…I put a dozen & a half to the pot.
Well…last night, while transferring the pot of freshly boiled eggs from the stove to the sink to shock them cold, those fat-summoned demons caught the bottom of the pot on the counter. It did this crazy jiggle – which a vessel filled with water likes to do – and I ended up slopping boiling water down my front to soak happily into my shirt, pants, and left sock.
I swear – I heard the demonic little fat cells cheer over the successful completion of their evil plan.
Well…while saying a few -less than polite- words, I did my own crazy little jiggle I like to call the ‘hot pants dance.’ It’s amazing how quickly the clothing comes off when pain is involved.
I think I got off lucky. The last time I ended up with near-boiling water in my lap, I was 5 – and had 2nd degree burn blisters all up and down my legs. This time, I have some bright red and puffy spots on my stomach and top of the left foot, but no blisters.
So what’s a freshly-boiled girl to do?
I slathered the burns with coconut oil. A nice, thick layer over my belly and foot. And I went to sleep.
This morning – nothing short of fabulous…the foot barely hurts at all, and is only slightly red along the top. The belly is still just a bit twitchy, but the redness and puffiness diminished markedly from the night before.
I’ll continue to oil up for the next couple of days, but…I’ve defeated the demons and I FINALLY got to walk to work!
TAKE THAT, FAT CELLS!