Boxing sore...Yay!!!

Song of the day: “Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps” by Doris Day, of course. It’s been a while since I had this one in my head. Still a good song.

So…another time has passed, another blog arrived…with very little fun information, but we’re not here for the fun of it, are we. We’re here for life in general, whether good or bad, doesn’t really matter in the end. There’s ups, there’s downs, it’s how you handle the ride that matters in the end, right?

Well, let’s see what we’ve got. Made a wonderful apple pie crumble. A really big load of apples on a peanut, hazelnut base crust. Gawd, it worked out well. Just had my first piece and I really shouldn’t get another because too much sweetness really doesn’t help me much this late in the evening.

Good news is we have been doing a lot of workouts this past week. Last week we were too sick to do anything at the gym, but we hate waste, so to make up for the missed five days, we went there four days in a row. Added to that, I finally got around to asking the owner if there was a boxing bag I could use, and there was, so I spent the last two day kick boxing my behind off. Yesterday was great, first time in ages, made me nice and sore, and then when we went today, I got nice and warm from the normal iron pumping, which made me think, what the heck, I’ll do some more kick boxing…which I did, meaning that half an hour after the workout I was  so sore that even breathing hurt. Hah. No worries, though, the weekend is here so I’m free to recover for at least two days. Added to that, Monday we gotta decide whether to renew our memberships…which we are going to do, of course…and decide for how long. Either three months, or half a year. I’ll let you know what we’ll decide.

Been doing a lot of cleaning, lately. There were all these kitchen things that I’d bought, gathered for my future kitchen, all piled somewhere in a corner outside, meaning there was loads of grime to remove, branches, leaves and whatnot. It was a mess, and I haven’t gotten around to everything yet, but I’m getting there, slowly and steadily. I do have to admit to being really happy with the kitchen sink, because it’s making things so much easier.

Had a few trips involving donations, which took quite a bit of work. Can’t complain about that, however. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth and all that.

Been doing some serious cooking, including high protein stuff, considering we’re training and everything. Had some wonderful soups. A pumpkin one, and today a zucchini soup, both delicious, naturally. Also tried out a rather wonderful new recipe for green beans in a light cream sauce.

The weather has been wonderful…except since the day before yesterday when the temps suddenly dropped. We all know how I feel about bad weather.

Been writing every day, which is a good thing, really. The story is developing nicely, and yet my hero refuses to be the hero for the longest time. Instead he is being sarcastic, snarky, and indifferent to the ongoing disaster in the story. Poor guy doesn't know what toils lie ahead of him yet, does he.

Grandpa is still feeling poorly. He did finally go to a new GP, who referred him to a private hospital in Benalmadena, and an eye expert. Wow, what a difference from State hospitals (and I mean more than just the stunning prices that almost caused me a heart attack). Rather than waiting for some odd 6 to 8 hours, we were helped within half an hour, the problem was ascertained, and at least a temporary solution. Apparently grandpa, who has been refusing to go to an eye doctor because “that can’t be the problem” has glaucoma, which can be the cause of a lot of his problems. I get so tired from this stuff sometimes. I mean, I’m not all that keen on doctors myself, but if a problem persists…at least get another opinion to be sure what it is. With grandpa it is already almost too late. The damage done can’t be turned back, it is now all about preserving what is left of his eyesight.

Sitabah’s foot is rapidly healing now. She’s walking on it a little again, and making a pest of herself, naturally. Dax seems to be okay. With him the anti-parasite tablets I got at the vet’s seems to be working. Yet Jelly…I don’t like the look of him. I fear it is either Leishmania, or cancer, and if I don’t see improvement soon,  we’re going to have to have him checked out at the vet’s.

There was more cleaning outside, of course, which took time and effort to clean. There’s always more, for some reason, which is depressing because unless I actually start cleaning it myself, folks will see it, but not do anything about it. So much easier to just complain about it, rather than actually do something. I gotta admit to sometimes feeling like a glorified cleaning lady. Ah well…beggars can’t be choosers.

On the interesting news bit, I got a job interview next week. Don’t know yet how that will turn out, maybe it’ll be good, or it won’t, either way, I’ll let you know. I’m am not holding my breath for this one. It’s part time, and I responded to the ad more out of curiosity than anything, and was rather surprised to hear back from them, asking me for an interview. Like I said, you’ll be the first to know how it worked out.

Well, almost three in the morning now, and I gotta be up again within six hours, so I’m going to leave it at this. I’ll be back, though.