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As Good As New
Apr. 12th, 2012 08:44 am...iz me.
I got my insoles yesterday, and even though I would never have thought it possible to fall in love with *that* kind of object, that's exactly what happened.
I tried them out immediately in the Adidas everyday shoes I'd bought, and then also in the gym, 30 minutes on the orbitrack and another 15 on the tread mill. Just... WOW. *No* back pain.
I have to get used to walking in the street wearing them, or rather, I have to concentrate on walking more than normally, but that phase will be over soon, I daresay.
Now I'm berating myself for being an idiot, because I haven't done this 10 years ago... I did have a reason, if a rather, well, cretinous one: the first and only time I've ever worn insoles was when I was a very small child, I guess somewhere around five years old, i.e. over 40 years ago. Back then, insoles were heavy, thick things made of leather and metal. Somehow I assumed they were still the same, which was of course less than clever, because they're not. Nowdays they weigh maybe five grams each and are made of some synthetic material; the uplifting bits look like synthetic cork.
Better late than never, though, and at least from now on tennis and running won't result in an achy back and right thigh.
Orthodox Eatser starts tomorrow, and the Ambassador is leaving for Vienna today (first a short holiday and then some incredibly important meeting thingy). This means that on Friday and Monday there'll be only Gerald, Irene and myself. Plans for these two days include starting work at 9 a.m. at the earliest, as we always do on Macedonian holidays, and Gerald preparing lunch on Friday (curry) and me on Monday (lasagna).
Tuesday will be an ordinary working day, but still without Ambassador, and from Wednesday on I'll be on leave till May 1!!!!!! Looking forward to it immensely.
My brother's plans to visit me around April 30 may be collapsing.
He went to Australia for two weeks on Monday, to see Daniel, and will be back on the 23rd. Obviously his cheated-on, longtime partner had a total breakdown when he told her he was planning to go to Skopje, because he'll be starting his new job on May 2 or 3, and until then he's supposed to stay ONLY WITH HER!!!
Don't get me wrong, I *do* understand that she's deeply hurt and doesn't trust him anymore. But being controlling and manipulative and passive-aggressive won't have any positive effect on their (doomed, if you ask me) attempts to continue the relationship.
If I wasn't sure that he'll be getting it in the neck until doomsday -- assuming the relationship will last, but I don't want to be blamed if it doesn't -- I'd really like to call her or write to her, and ask her what the hell she's thinking. I mean, I'm his *sister*, for fuck's sake. In the last five years, I've seen him maybe four times, for coffee. So why is it such a tragedy if he comes to see me for all of three days? God, the woman is such a possessive, controlling COW!
Nothing else to report, except that I *love* the Rothfuss books. "The Wise Man's Fear" is almost finished, but I have reason to suspect that a re-read might take place in the very near future.
I got my insoles yesterday, and even though I would never have thought it possible to fall in love with *that* kind of object, that's exactly what happened.
I tried them out immediately in the Adidas everyday shoes I'd bought, and then also in the gym, 30 minutes on the orbitrack and another 15 on the tread mill. Just... WOW. *No* back pain.
I have to get used to walking in the street wearing them, or rather, I have to concentrate on walking more than normally, but that phase will be over soon, I daresay.
Now I'm berating myself for being an idiot, because I haven't done this 10 years ago... I did have a reason, if a rather, well, cretinous one: the first and only time I've ever worn insoles was when I was a very small child, I guess somewhere around five years old, i.e. over 40 years ago. Back then, insoles were heavy, thick things made of leather and metal. Somehow I assumed they were still the same, which was of course less than clever, because they're not. Nowdays they weigh maybe five grams each and are made of some synthetic material; the uplifting bits look like synthetic cork.
Better late than never, though, and at least from now on tennis and running won't result in an achy back and right thigh.
Orthodox Eatser starts tomorrow, and the Ambassador is leaving for Vienna today (first a short holiday and then some incredibly important meeting thingy). This means that on Friday and Monday there'll be only Gerald, Irene and myself. Plans for these two days include starting work at 9 a.m. at the earliest, as we always do on Macedonian holidays, and Gerald preparing lunch on Friday (curry) and me on Monday (lasagna).
Tuesday will be an ordinary working day, but still without Ambassador, and from Wednesday on I'll be on leave till May 1!!!!!! Looking forward to it immensely.
My brother's plans to visit me around April 30 may be collapsing.
He went to Australia for two weeks on Monday, to see Daniel, and will be back on the 23rd. Obviously his cheated-on, longtime partner had a total breakdown when he told her he was planning to go to Skopje, because he'll be starting his new job on May 2 or 3, and until then he's supposed to stay ONLY WITH HER!!!
Don't get me wrong, I *do* understand that she's deeply hurt and doesn't trust him anymore. But being controlling and manipulative and passive-aggressive won't have any positive effect on their (doomed, if you ask me) attempts to continue the relationship.
If I wasn't sure that he'll be getting it in the neck until doomsday -- assuming the relationship will last, but I don't want to be blamed if it doesn't -- I'd really like to call her or write to her, and ask her what the hell she's thinking. I mean, I'm his *sister*, for fuck's sake. In the last five years, I've seen him maybe four times, for coffee. So why is it such a tragedy if he comes to see me for all of three days? God, the woman is such a possessive, controlling COW!
Nothing else to report, except that I *love* the Rothfuss books. "The Wise Man's Fear" is almost finished, but I have reason to suspect that a re-read might take place in the very near future.
