My back hurts so much I might have to take aspirin.
Those, “I don’t take pills” people annoy me. You’re not a hero. You’re someone not taking something that will make you feel better. The reason I’m mentioning taking aspirin is I pop approximately 492 migraine pills a month but never Advil or what have you because I just never need it. But I got some to have on hand just in case, and here we are, having a case.
(Also on my list of people who annoy me is anyone who differentiates between aspirin, Advil or Tylenol. Oh my god, they all do the same thing. Relax.)
Anyway, I have a generic bottle of some aspirin-ish item in the cupboard. Let me go hunch over and get it, as clearly my pain has made me cranky. Yeah, June, that’s it. Pre-pain you were a bluebird of delight.
…Ibuprofen. That’s what I just took. I don’t know if in real life generic Ibuprofen is Tylenol or Advil or what. And it’s not even expired! Will someone remind me in February 2020 that my aspirin or Advil or whatever has expired?
I somehow ruined my back after my last personal trainer visit. I told my trainer about my back and she was appalled.
I wasn’t. I mean, I’m old and injuries happen. I have a sports injury! This is exciting! Anyway, she had to reschedule me, and I think it all works out for the best that I won’t see her today, as ow.
Plus also too, this weekend my neighbor, R, texted me to ask if I wanted any daylilies. Her friend knew of a place that’s being renovated where they just TORE UP all the daylilies and put them on this truck. The friend of R climbed back there and rescued them, and then had an abundance and was giving away the daylilies.
So in the heat of the afternoon, R wheelbarreled over some lilies and some mulch and we dug and we pulled root balls and we planted and we mulched and then my back said goddamit, OW.
So that might not have been smart.
She was here twice this weekend, my neighbor R. I like hanging around with her–it’s very easy to just sit in the yard or on your glider and not say much and sip your coffee and what have you.
Before I moved here, I had this vision of having a neighborhood friend who’d come sit on my front porch with me, and now it’s come true. It took 12 years but it came true.
My other big weekend news, beyond the excitement of daylilies and a sore back, is that I gave up on growing out my roots gray. I’M TOO VAIN. I couldn’t do it.
I think I want to go more blonde next time. Or as my poor misguided Uncle Leo once said, “I like your natural blonde, honey.”
You know what we’ve done? We’ve ruined the rare beauty of blonde hair by oversaturating the market with it, same as we’ve done with roses and rainbows. You see them all the time and now it’s eh. Give me a lilac. Give me pink hair.
Still. I want to be back to my natural blonde.
The other thing that’s new, other than my back and my hair and my daylilies, which I didn’t photograph but maybe I will since I can’t shut up about them. They’re yellow. Are you happy with that? Is that good enough?
Anyway. The other thing that’s new is I have exploded on the dating-sites scene. I don’t know why the increase in my popularity other than this sparkling personality and also I’ve started offering rewards points.
Every time I go on one of these dates, I take a picture of the tableau (see above). Recently I met a man for ice cream so I took a picture of our surroundings instead because it’s hard to hold ice cream and photograph.
Anyway, I was on the phone with my father this weekend and began describing in detail each person I’ve had or will have dates with, and we were discussing who sounds the most promising and so forth, when he said, “Wait, how is it you’re this popular? Are you on Silver Singles or something?”
I’m on dyed-brown singles.
I’ve gotta go hunch over to work, where I’m certain the people who sit near me are going to enjoy hearing about my sports injury maybe once or twice. Here are more pictures from my weekend, in which I took full advantage of my lovely back yard.
When I was little, I was content to play with no one, and just be alone with my stuffed animals. I have grown up and pretty much created the same world, except my stuffed animals need feeding.
Talk to you tomorrow, when I’m certain I will not bring up m’back at all.