Just a word about the furlough: I don't think of this as some sort of paid vacation. Far from it. There have been multiple statements made by politicians characterizing it as such. To them, thanks for assuming that things will all work out and eventually, I'll get paid. My mortgage company and the two banks I pay car loans to don't necessarily feel the same way. This year, I've already lost 48 hours of pay due to furlough. And during this congressional impasse, I'm going into day 4 which is another 32 hours. I will be thankful if over the weekend there is some signal to return to work. If we end up being paid anyway, why not just let us stay at work? I'll tell you why. Because it looks better when politicians from both sides can point to the terrorists on the other side as being the reason for shutting down the government. Terrorists? No. Idiots? Absolutely.
In the mean time, there is work at home to be done. On Wednesday, I decided it was time to attack the junk yard that I have been slowly growing since we moved out here. See, the thing is, we have a once a week trash pick-up that only takes bags of trash, and lightweight ones at that. There isn't one of those big garbage trucks that comes around to compact everything and move to the next house. Instead, a little old man tosses the plastic Hefty bags up into a tall trailer. He pleads for people to keep the trash to about 20-25 pounds.
Ashley Steel (the metal), and things I needed to get rid of.
The area behind the garage is where we plan to install a new shed eventually. Part of another longer term project we have.
I can say without hesitation that the shots did not hurt like you might
expect when they stick a huge-ass needle into your knee. In fact, for
the left knee, I only felt a small stick, then it was over.
The right knee did offer a few seconds of slight discomfort, but unlike steroid shots I've had that seemed to take a full minute to inject, the Euflexxa was injected in seconds, and done. I don't know why, but I was a little surprised by the blood, but that
was also quickly swabbed up and contained with a friendly super hero
Band-aid. I walked out feeling pretty good, and I even commented to Eva that I felt like I could feel something like a coating between the bones, instead of that bone on bone grinding I've come to dislike.
Next project: Clean the hot tub. Then get in it.