2006-09-06 - 8:41 p.m.
Happy fall. I had the most glorious possible Labor Day - I went to the beach with my folks and sat on the beach (in the shade) and just breathed the ocean air for a few hours. We got in the water a couple of times, and I had a nap in the shade of my beach umbrella, and frankly got a little sunburned, but what the hell. I relaxed, and I hate to tell you how long it's been since I did that. I burned a few CDs from iTunes and got to listen to terrific music there and back. The whole day was magnificent.
Work is still kicking my ass up and down the street. They think I'm doing a fantastic job, so shh, don't tell. I'm thinking that someday, I'll get a handle on it. Wanda very kindly told me that, if it's possible to do so, I'd be the one to do it. Sweet, huh?
I've developed plantar fasciitis - sometimes known as heel spurs. It hurts when I walk. Those who know me may recall that walking is my number one favorite form of exercise. It's also numbers two and three. I'm screwed. So, I have to wear my clown shoes (extremely comfy and amazingly ugly Keen sandals) or other shoes with arch support inserts until my foot recovers. And I have to take it easy in the walking department. Mostly, I've found that I can't walk as far and I can't walk anywhere near as fast. It's getting a little better. I've been going to water aerobics more often, that gives me exercise without stressing my foot.
My wonderful house on post, that I adore, has a very bad habit: it keeps raining inside. We had a big ol' rainstorm, and I came home to rain in the back bedroom. That was allegedly fixed. Then Ernesto blew through, dumping a few inches of rain on us, and I discovered dripping water in the basement - it was coming from the floor joists! Following the trail, I discovered that rain was coming in through the roof, leaking through the bedroom window frame, and then down through the floor to the basement. That's gonna be a shitty sheetrock repair job. Of course, if they maintained the damn roofs in these areas, they wouldn't have these problems.
The most annoying news I got recently is that David's leave has been postponed once again, to November. I'm tired of that crap: first he had leave in August, then it was going to be October, now they say November. At this rate, maybe I'll get him for Christmas. The Army lies. At least I know he'll come home in a year: they have to change his pay rate if they don't get him back on time, so you can bet the farm on that one. They don't like paying extra. Stupid Army.
He got transferred to a different company in the same battalion, and is doing route clearance. They go out for days at a time, live off of MREs, sleep who knows where, and do their thing. He doesn't get to communicate with me as often, but he's doing good works, and I don't worry about him too much. He's good at what he does - he did it in Iraq, and Afghanistan before that. He's a professional, and I'm damn proud of him.
