Thanksgiving day I read all day so the start of resting my shoulder seemed to start out well. Then Friday morning Rita didn't show up for breakfast, or to be let out. She always wants out in the morning so that was a bit concerning. I looked everywhere for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Late morning I went to the dump and got a few groceries. When I got back I could hear her crying in the basement. It took quite a while for me to find her; she had gotten herself wedged underneath on of the pallets of pellets in the basement. As far as I can determine there aren't any mice in the house (never seen any sign of mice inside since I moved here) so I have no idea why she decided to crawl under there. I left her for a couple hours with a bowl of food sitting just outside the pallet, but she didn't move and just kept crying.
Naturally, she picked the pallet of pellets that I had not been heating from. There was nothing to do but unload 69 bags of pellets (50 bags is a ton). The left pallet is the one she was under
I was able to move most of the pellets over to the right hand stack
24 bags of pellets had to be moved out into another part of the basement, then re-stacked on the original pallet after I got Rita out.
The green/yellow bagged pellets put out less heat and more ash than the white bagged paellets so I have been using them for the relatively mid weather. The white bags are being saved for Jan-Feb. Well, I wasn't un-stacking the pellets on the right pallet again, so I brought in 31 bags from the garage. So yeah, I moved 69+24+31 = 124 bags; 2.5 tons in my cat rescuing mission.
I then blocked up all the holes so Rita could not get into mischief like that again.
Saturday, with the temps supposed to be climbing into the 50's, I was planning on going for a last ride for the season (I have less that 5k miles this year - least ever). However, about 10 am I got an email from the HOG Activities director asking me to contact LOH to see if anyone could help him empty out a storage unit for the woman who had lost her SO. I sent out an email to all of LOH, but everyone was shopping or not in town. So I took the Explorer and went to help. The Activities Director was pulling up with his Explorer, and a trailer filled with boxes and furniture when I got to her house. I helped unload that, then followed him to the storage unit where we filled both our trucks and trailer. That emptied most of the unit. After unloading his vehicle/trailer and my truck, I went shopping (since I was in Concord anyway).
Since then, it has been quiet so I haven't had to strain my shoulder anymore. I spent Sunday and my weeknights reading.
They conspired! Sounds abusive. Were you using the same motions that hurt your shoulder in the first place? I hope not, but doubt that you would be that lucky. Better luck in the future.
Posted by: Cop Car | December 03, 2017 at 01:20 PM
"it seems just weird to say girlfriend at that age"....How about old-girl or old-woman friend? Of course, some people find it offensive to be called "old" but - hey - what is, is. I, for one, am an old woman - not a girl. Another 10 years and I, if living, will be an ancient woman. Young (Birth to 30), Middle-Aged (30+ to 60), Old (60+ to 90), and Ancient (90+ to 120). Anyone above age 120 is Astounding!
Posted by: Cop Car | December 03, 2017 at 05:43 PM
I don't think it was the same motion that originally caused the injury (I think it was all the painting of the siding, overhang and foundation blocks). But, it makes no rhyme or reason on what hurts. Vacuuming doesn't hurt, but sweeping and some mopping does. Wiping up a table hurts but washing dishes doesn't, etc.
I find it soooo patronizing when someone calls another xx years "young" (if anyone ever does that to me I will slap them!). But I know a lot of people that call themselves that. I've never cared how old I am - and freely tell people that I'm an old lady, so I just don't understand that "young" mindset. I don't "feel" old, but I'm old compared to those newly graduated people that the company is hiring!
Posted by: bogie | December 03, 2017 at 06:58 PM
A few years ago, some guy (probably 20 years younger) made the mistake of pulling that "young lady" crap on me at WallyM. I looked him in the eye (hands on hips) and said, don't you feel silly calling a xx-year-old woman young?" He said he was trying to be nice. I informed him there was nothing nice about it. It insulted my intelligence that he thought I would think so. Agh!
It makes no difference, of course, but could your fall have started the ball rolling on your shoulder? Not knowing the details of your fall (and you may not remember details because of the fall), it did occur to me how much problem my shoulder gave me after my spectacular fall at the ice rink (and I don't remember details of my own fall).
That said, it only took me about 6 months to get that shoulder back in shape while, in the 1980s, it took me 2 years to "in-freeze" my other shoulder and I never had a clue why it froze up on me (other than obviously not doing exercises that went through the full range of motion!)
Posted by: Cop Car | December 04, 2017 at 11:52 AM
Un-freeze. Aha! I caught it this time. Auto-correct change my "u" to O - twice, in this comment!
Posted by: Cop Car | December 04, 2017 at 11:55 AM
Gee! I'd be buff, too, if I had to move pellets as do you. I think I've done well when I buy 7 bags of salt to fill the softener. At that, they load the salt into my car, usually, so all I have to do is get it into the house, down the stairs, and emptied into the brine tank. Sounds pretty piddly, now.
Posted by: Cop Car | December 05, 2017 at 08:29 AM
I don't think the fall did anything - that was over a year ago.
Not so buff anymore. I haven't done anything resembling physical labor since the end of August (when I first damaged my shoulder), except of course rescuing the kitty and helping to empty the storage unit.
Posted by: bogie | December 09, 2017 at 07:25 PM
Hard to maintain fitness through injuries. Looking good in your photo at dealership Ladies' Night.
Posted by: Cop Car | December 10, 2017 at 11:55 AM