How many more do I have left, Bandwagon, Black Adam
Friday after work I got my 10 mile ride in. It went well but this may be one of the last rides I can do after work without using lights. Once the time change hits it is totally dark by the time I get home.
On Saturday morning after getting home from grocery shopping I had two things I decided I wanted to accomplish, rotate the tires on the Tesla and do the tree trimming that I am not paying the tree service company to do for me. The tire rotation was no big deal, consuming a half hour maybe. The trimming session was another story. In total I spent six hours in the yard. I had hoped to be done in half that time. It was one of those situations where I would be trimming one thing and see something else to trim that I had not planned on doing and then another and another. For example I trimmed back the areca palms around the pond. Those things are like weeds, I bet I took 100 branches off that area alone. I trimmed the invasive brazillian peppers along the fence line, the pygmy palms as well as the cabbage palms I don’t currently have the tree service do. I think in the future I will be having them trim anything that takes a ladder.
I used the sawz-all and the my new Ryobi power pruner for the work. Both of them held up well, despite my putting them through some harsh conditions. After knocking everything down I had to pick it all up, throw in the Tacoma and dump it in the fill pit out back. My body was totally spent by the end of it. It left me wondering how many grind myself into the dirt yard sessions I have left in me.
The idea of preparing food sounded like far too much work so instead I drove down to Brooks Burgers and sat at the bar while I watched the Phillies game. There was a cute female bartender that I had friendly conversation with which was unexpected. Speaking of the Phillies, despite their amazing playoff success so far this year I have not watched a single game until the World Series. Talk about a bandwagon fan, pretty pathetic.
I was moving pretty slow Sunday after the intense labor the day before. Surprisingly my right hand was in the worst shape of all. Because of all of the vibration of the sawz-all I could hardly close it. I had zero grip strength. As the day went on it got a little better thankfully as it is my pickle ball hand! After lunch I did a quick ride on my EX20S. During the ride I revealed I had put a deposit down on yet another wheel, the Sherman S. This is a suspension version of what may be one of my favorite wheels of all time, the Sherman. The deposit escalates my motivation to sell at least three of my current inventory of wheels to bring more fiscal sanity into my life.
Last night I picked up Monique. We went to Coconut Point to walk around, eat dinner, and see Black Adam. I have not been there for YEARS. Coconut Point used to be the place Cindy and I would go to see movies early in our relationship, we went every week or two. We had dinner at Olive Garden, another place I had not patronized for years. We both liked our food and enjoyed the meal.
The movie theater was nearly empty, I guess Sunday nights are not busy. We were literally the only customers in the lobby when we walked in 10 minutes before the movie we were seeing, Black Adam, was scheduled to start. The movie wasn’t bad but I found myself cringing when I realized the ultimate bad guy in it was a demon-like figure. I knew Monique was not a big fan of that sort of stuff so I felt badly for sitting her in front of it. After the movie I apologized and told her I had no idea that the story would involve that stuff. She was fine and said it was no big deal but I still felt like I wish I knew the plot going in. If I did I never would have suggested she go with me. I’d give the flick a B+.
I got home very late after driving in to Naples to drop her off and then all they way back home. I had my dentist appointment this morning where the hygienist and I exchanged stories about the joys of being over 50, comparing ailment and injury stories. I got out of there with no cavities which is always the report card I am hoping to hear.