On Tue, 01 Sep 2020 21:44:21 -0400, Joy Beeson
wrote:

Still no visible mark on the breastbone.

I think I'm back to where I was before I did the pushuplets. I am
skimping or aborting every exercise that causes pain in the chest.

Found a couple more casualties of the crash.

Last Saturday, I think it was, my downtube water bottle suddenly
slumped to the side and caught on my pants.

I stopped, pushed it back, and managed to tighten the hose clamp with
my pocket knife well enough to get home. I've got to get around to
replacing the screwdrivers that I lost with my much-lamented tool kit.

At home, I fetched a large screwdriver and found that I couldn't
tighten the hose clamp any more. Most of the clamp was stainless, but
the screw had rusted, and the crash (I presume) broke off a few
threads, and it took a while for vibration to loosen the rust holding
it together.

The only hose clamp that wasn't way too big was half a millimeter too
short. I think that it would have fit fine if I'd been able to push
it in far enough for the screw to get started.

So on Wednesday or Thursday, I rode my wheelchair bike to the Trail
House. only to find they were sold out of bottle cages and didn't know
when they'd be able to buy more. But the mechanic suggested an
auto-parts store, so on Friday, yesterday, I made a short ride to
AutoZone and now my bottle cage is firmly attached. I took the cage
with me intending to install it on the spot, but forgot to take a
screwdriver.

It wasn't quite true that dressing took longer than the ride, but
mainly because I fiddled around opening the package and trying to
unscrew one of the hose clamps before starting back. Popping off my
pants and shirt and putting on knickers and jersey doesn't take long,
but I also have to scrub my feet before putting on shoes, comb and
braid my hair, wash my face and put on bandaids and sunscreen, then
I've got to verify that I've got all the stuff that belongs in my
pockets, fill my water bottles -- one bottle in this case, and check
my tires and panniers.

I wore the bandaids the rest of the day, since they were neither loose
nor sweat-soaked, and it was a great convenience when carrying out the
garbage etc.

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Today I wanted to write a note on my map and found my pencil strangely
reluctant to emerge from my pencil pocket. Finally I gave up and used
the pencil in my notebook. (There's another pencil in the coin
compartment of my wallet; unlike screwdrivers, pencils are
*essential*.)

When I got home and inspected it, I found that it wouldn't come out
because the middle part had been smashed into splinters.

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Joy Beeson
joy beeson at centurylink dot net
http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/