I helped myself (and my sister helped, too) to the last of the cherries clinging to my sister’s tree. Cherries are a really great design for a fruit: they’re cheerful looking enough (with those goofy stems) that the red doesn’t make them look poisonous and they’re so easy to pit I can do it with my eyes closed (literally). I experimented and pitted some with my eyes closed, but I don’t recommend this when cherries are as close to ‘done’ as these cherries were. There is a lot of bug stuff clinging onto these cherries.
(Don’t worry, I washed them.)
I’ll be honest, though, in spite of pondering the cherry shape and blind pitting, my mind was really elsewhere. I received news tonight that I am having trouble remembering it is not about me. My bestest most favouritest running buddy, my most reliable and infinitely inspirational running buddy was x-rayed and diagnosed with a stress fracture today.
Of course I immediately read all about it on Mayo Clinic (after enjoying a few moments of “I KNEW it!”) and I am very sad.
I’m sad she is in pain and I’m sad she is not going to get all the joy and benefit from running for at least the next 6 weeks. But, dang it, this is MY blog and I’m selfishly sad that I am not going to have her to run beside me for who-knows-how-long. It’s like a death! She’s my social life, almost entirely. She’s my accountability and my conscience. I can’t believe how gutted this is making me feel. What am I going to do?
This is not the kind of 5Down I wanted!
And this is not the only unexpected 5Down of tonight. Tonight, Mike made an official time-of-death call for my laptop. It had been limping along, badly, for quite some time. It was always on the verge of self-immolation and it made the oddest noises. Frequently, it got tied up and confused and things crashed. It’s been long past its expiry date for a long, long time. But, like a cockroach, it just kept trudging along, undeterred by ill-use and battery death. The end came in the most haphazard of ways. An elbow. A glass of water.
It was all just too much.
And so, tonight ye olde laptop has been consigned to the electronics scrap heap (after Mike combs through it with some sort of weird computer witchcraft to extract the bits I’d like to keep). It will be replaced.
My running buddy? Not so much. I think I may need to assuage my self-pity here by bringing her a jar of cherry jam the next time I see her. And maybe I’ll have to take up swimming, for a while.
me her luck and speedy healing.
Day 272 scorecard: 1360 down, 485 to go