So, the Jetta is finally at the body shop and Shannon gets to spend a week or two driving around in the rental Prius. I got a short ride in it last night and really like it. May have to start saving the pennies! The two insurance companies are fighting it out. The guy who hit Shannon claims that he was in the right-hand lane all along and Shannon must have tried to pass him by driving up on the sidewalk. Um, ok. If that’s the best lie you can come up with, you probably deserve the increase in your premiums. In the meantime, we pay our deductable and wait.
We spent a quiet weekend, working hard to not pay too much attention to Sunday. Friday night we were supposed to meet some co-workers at a bar. We waited for about an hour but apparently wires got crossed and the night out got cancelled. Since I’d worked from home Thursday and Friday, I hadn’t gotten the news. Oh well. At least now Shannon and I have found a rather nice bar to have a beer and shoot some pool so the evening wasn’t a total loss. Saturday night we went on a “fancy” date. That’s defined as dinner in a restaurant that doesn’t have pictures on the menu AND me wearing a skirt/dress. 🙂 We live large, don’t we? Back when I was in the hospital and my parents were visiting, they went to dinner at a well-known cajun restaurant whose name ends in -deaux’s. On my recommendation, Mom had the cedar plank salmon and brought me back a piece. I’ve been craving it ever since, so we treated ourselves this weekend.
Sunday, we went to the Y and worked off the pasta with shrimp and crawfish in a tomato cream sauce and the butter-soaked salmon. 30 minutes on the bike* got me 10.11 miles in 30 minutes, then a full round of free weights, incline crunches, and some weight machines. Bleh. I HATE the gym. Which makes it even stranger that I was there again at 7am this morning. 10.95 miles in 30 minutes today! Whee! As much as I hate it, I’m still about 10 pound lighter than before I got pregnant so I suppose I shouldn’t bitch too much.
Oh, we planted a tree in the back yard and are making plans for at least two more. We also finally got my clothesline set up. The cement should be hard enough for me to try it out today. I’m so excited! We already have the energy star, front loading washer which spins so much water out of the clothes, they are almost dry when you take them out. I’d been hanging up a lot of things inside, but sheets and towels weren’t an option and heavy things like jeans didn’t do so well either. The clothesline is the final step in greening our laundry room. We’re making big strides in reducing our impact. There’s still a lot more we can do. I will admit to poisoning the fire ants. If anyone knows a truly effective way to get rid of fire ants, I’m willing to listen. The little fuckers build their giant nests right up against the foundation and find their way into my house. You haven’t heard swearing until you get up in the middle of the night and discover fire ants marching around on your bedroom carpet. Or when you step onto your patio and learn that they’ve built their nest in the sand under and between the pavers and now think that the entire patio belongs to them. They don’t share. I’d rather have a full-body case of poison ivy that a few fire ant bites. I’ve tried liberal applications of boiling water. I’ve tried borax. The problem is, I don’t want them to simply move the larvae and the queen to a new location. I want them gone in a very real and permanent sense. I’m pretty sure they are responsible for the death of one of my backyard bunnies a couple of summers ago. On the plus side, I have TONS of ladybugs this year much to my aphid-covered roses happiness. I keep picking them up when I see them and carrying them to the rose bushes. And we have barn swallows! I love watching them swoop around at sunset, catching bugs. The mosquito season hasn’t really started up yet, but when it does these birds will be most welcome to hang around my yard all they want. I don’t even mind them dive-bombing my front door.
*I actually don’t mind riding the bike. At least I didn’t. I stopped for the past few months because the first time I got back on it in February, I had a bit of a panic attack. The heartrate monitor’s pick-ups are in the handlebars and the monitor’s display looks exactly like the heartrate monitor display in the NICU. There’s the little heartshape outline that “beats” and the number of beats. I didn’t really think about it the first time I got on that bike that day and started riding. I guess I sort of zoned out and some wires in my brain crossed and I started riding as hard as I possibly could, watching that number climb higher and higher, panicking because it wasn’t where it should be. I’d stood in that NICU room as they tried to save Zoe, willing her heartrate to climb from double digits back to the 160-170 it was supposed to be. Interestingly enough, when my heartrate gets close to 150, I start to feel a little funny. After that day, I switched to walking the track and trying to jog. But, I have really low arches and too much walking means several days of foot pain and tendonitis. I tried to get through it, but common sense prevails. I LIKE my feet not hurting. So, we’re trying something different. Before I get to the bike sweet Shannon covers the display with a towel or magazine. And he rides next to me instead of his usual laps around the track, to offer distraction if I need it and reminders that I’m not crazy. We’ll give it a few weeks like that, then maybe I’ll try it without the towel. Maybe not. You never know what’s going to get you. It’s always in the least expected places.