Fall-ing in Everyday Ramblings

Windfall? More like neglect. This is the public path to the scary low lit curved pedestrian tunnel beneath some of the roads they built in my neighborhood under the guise of urban renewal. It seems sad with so many people starving in the world that the fruit of trees planted to sustain families and neighbors here back in the day are left to decay. I expect eventually they will be scooped up and deposited in the municipal compost pile.

I don’t normally walk through the tunnel, especially when I am on my own. But yesterday as the homeless encampments have proliferated once again in the usual spots on my various routes to the garden, I decided to chance it. A couple of days before on my way to water my plants I had encountered a man having a fine old time blitzed out of his mind on drugs in a hammock strung between two trees in a rough public area next to an onramp for a local bridge.

The neighborhood cares about and for the tunnel. It is a constant war of attrition. People leave garbage in it and tag the walls; people paint over the tagging and clean up the garbage. One never quite knows where we are in that continuum.

Yesterday we were on a positive upswing, the tunnel was mostly clear of garbage and the walls were a nice blank tan and the only person coming through the other way was a handsome healthy-looking runner. So, I am not sure why the apples were all there.

A clear message that Autumn has arrived though.

I had my annual skin check on Tuesday and after consultation with my principal and beloved dermatologist the resident zapped my forehead with liquid nitrogen. Now I have a lovely half-moon patch healing for all to see. I am not complaining, there were no concerns about a reoccurrence of cancer and that is a gift. They also steered me towards a cream to use to help with the mysterious bumps I have developed on my forearms.

Next week I get my hearing checked. It feels like one maintenance thing a week these days. After that I do have a week off and then back to dental procedure land if the bone grafts look good.

I appear to be back on schedule going to the gym twice a week. I am happy to have this routine in place as the League work is, how do you say…abundant?

There will be work happening on the weekend. Which is fine. The plan is to go for a walk with Mrs. Sherlock tomorrow morning. A not too ambitious a walk but a little more than last week. She has recovered well from Covid. But based on everything I have heard a slow re-entry in terms of energy reserves is the best plan.

Another one of my students fell. Resilient, she did not break anything but sprained her ankle and seriously aggravated her opposite knee. She came back to class on Thursday, and we are happy to have her back and have been exploring all the useful movements we can do sitting in a chair. She is in her mid 80’s, I think she might be my oldest student, and it takes so much longer to heal.

Limits my choices on what to focus on in class next week. I will think of something.

I finished watching, A Discovery of Witches and thoroughly enjoyed it. I thought it was brilliantly cast except for the male lead. I would have liked him to be a tad more…French. The actor was fine, but you know when you read books you get a picture in your head. The series only covers the first three books. I just got the newest one, the fifth in audiobook format and in this media, he is back to being more French.

So that is me, and my weekend ahead. Lots to do, lots to enjoy.

In this crazy scary world that is something to be exceedingly grateful for.