Snow Gone

Feb. 16th, 2021 07:03 pm
davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Default)

Actually it disappeared by midnight on Sunday, but that means it lasted almost a full week, which by Kent standards is unusually lengthy, doubly so as we never had more than about three inches lying at any one time - it snowed a little each day on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, but mostly only kept up with the thawing. Normally that amount wouldn't last more than a couple of days, but the temperature stayed at about -2C until Sunday (windchill about -5 to -8C), so it hung around longer.

As soon as the temperature popped above zero it thawed quickly, about half my garden was clear by sunset Sunday, and a bit of rain about 11PM washed the last of it away. The only thing left were the snowman and igloo built by next door's daughter - that's the one on the left who is twenty-something, not the one on the right who is three. The igloo was still standing at lunchtime on Monday, but had collapsed by mid-afternoon and was close to gone by last light, while the snowman halved in height over the course of the day. When I checked this afternoon, both were completely gone.

I did get to see some unusual wildlife during the snow, a flock of twenty-odd redwings descended on my front garden and stripped one of the bushes bare of berries, before roosting in the trees on the other side of the road (a friend on the other side of town also noted they had a flock visit). They left the berries in my hedge completely alone, even when perching on it waiting their turn at the other bush. That seems a bit odd, as far as I'm aware the hedge is mainly cotoneaster, and thrushes (which redwings are) are supposed to like their berries. Last time I saw them was the last time we had heavy snow, so clearly the redwings are common in the area, but mostly stay out of town unless they're desperate. I've also seen the same thing up in Durham, though those may have been fieldfares, not redwings.

And now the snow is gone, and I may have to restart the daily waddle, which hasn't happened since lockdown started in November, but maybe I'll wait until it's just a bit warmer (I stopped because our Covid rate was through the roof, peaking at well over 800/100k, plus that was the Kent variant, plus winter, but it's now back down to 92/100k, well under the national average)

davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Crutches)

 Once around the two streets of my little estate is almost exactly half a mile. The last time I did physio, at the pain management class in 2014, my physio was insistent I get out and walk a little each day, so I started doing that circuit of the estate, which takes me about 15 minutes. But I fell out of the habit last year, when the infected toe meant I was bleeding every time I walked more than a few yards. I've been meaning to start again, and had a few false starts, but now the weather's warmed up I've managed it every day for a week, which is a good sign.

The route's sort of an inverted question mark, marginally downhill as you head away from the house, uphill as you head back, and all on footpaths. I've been doing it around 2-3pm and there tend not to be too many people about - usually mostly dog-walkers, who've been fairly good about keeping dogs to heel - I got nervous about the rottweiler that was headed towards me yesterday, but his owner reeled him in before he got to me. Car owners parking on the pavement are more of an issue.

My performance has been mixed. Real problems with foot drop making my toe drag the first couple of times, but that hasn't been an issue since. Which is surprising, I remembered it as being more of an issue. Hips, however, have been making themselves known, and they have a nasty habit of kicking in right at the furthest point from the house, when I can't cut the route short. But that's uncomfortable rather than a killer.

Now the trick will be to see if I can keep it up when the weather isn't quite as warm as it's been.

 


 

davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Default)
Got myself upstairs by 2AM, which is better. Though on reflection it probably wasn't a good idea to go and check if the job I'd left running on the computer had finished, and then let myself be lured into fixing the issues that had thrown up. So in bed by 4AM-ish, read the first four chapters of Sophia MacDougall's 'Mars Evacuees' and probably asleep 5AM-ish. Slept through until 2:30PM, which clearly my body needed, but which probably isn't going to make getting to sleep any easier tonight.

Not having much time before dark, I go myself organised for the daily waddle much more quickly than yesterday, though it ended up being the same 3:30-4PMish given the late start. Quite a pleasant day really, though given the chilliness yesterday I made the sensible call to wear jeans rather than joggers. I think I'm back into the normal swing of things of doing this daily, though there's still a deterioration in my walking in the second 400m - that's been fairly consistent even when I was doing this daily during the summer so probably isn't going to go away.

Now to see if I can bribe myself into doing the daily exercises, which given a couple of them involve supporting myself with my arms, could be interesting for my shoulders (yes, I'm doing that when I use my crutches, but they seem to be happy enough with a straight up and down vertical load, it's any other position they're objecting too).

And then later we start on the whole getting to sleep thing all over again. Oh, joy!
davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Default)
Two days running, for first time in a couple of months. This is progress, though I still need to restart daily exercises, and sort out my sleeping. After failing at sleeping at the appropriate time (or at all) last night I decided about 8AM I would try and stay awake through until this evening, at which point, having been awake 36 hours, I would hopefully fall asleep at the right time.

And promptly fell asleep until midday. Buggrit! 

No, body, 4 hours isn't enough....
davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Default)
Lovely day today, and I was awake enough early enough (i.e. before dusk, my sleeping is a mess right now), that I could get out and do my daily waddle - about 1/2 mile/800 metres - for the first time in ages. Lump in the throat moment on getting home and thinking back when I realised that the last time I'd done it properly was the day before my Dad had his stroke, when we did it together and had a really nice conversation along the way.

I need to re-establish the pattern, and the daily exercises that are supposed to go with it, but winter is a-cooming-in and that isn't going to help. I may have to resort to bribery and corruption to lure myself into a life of healthy exercise....

Also managed to catch up with my neighbour for the first time in ages, who was clearing out the guttering - mine as well as his, good neighbours are a godsend! (Also a reminder to sleep with the curtains shut!)  He'd figured our something was up when I made an unscheduled trip north, and the fact he knew it was unscheduled says how predictable my life is! Feeling guilty now that the conversation was all about me and my family - he knows my dad from their visits down here, and I completely forgot to ask him about the holiday of a lifetime he and his daughter had been on way back at the end of August.

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