Yeah. It's looking bad for me. I am turning into a birder. I bought a field guide to North American birds yesterday.
I decided to walk to the class because it was at Marigold center, a fifteen minute walk along the railroad track route. Only tonight it took over 25 minutes, limping and in pain the whole damned way. On my way out of the park, my neighbors drove up, offered me a ride, and I said no, fool that I was. I figured I would work through the pain. But I didn't. I limped into Wild Birds Unlimited and carefully lowered myself to the chair, thanking the store owner silently for providing chairs, and feeling quite put out when I had to get up to pick up the printed materials. I tried to grab them off the counter from my seat but that didn't work and it looked funny.
The class was good. I learned a lot about how binoculars are built, what the different numbers mean, what's important, what may not be. Lots of things to consider. We then tried out binoculars and spotting scopes outside, in the dusk. I was so impressed by them all that I could not choose just one to like. I will go back again and again and try them at different times of day.
The walk back started as painfully as the walk there, but the pain eased somewhat as I went along. I just went slowly, one step at a time. When I got home I took one Vicodan tablet, thinking it will help me sleep.
Enough whining for tonight. I do seem to be in a testy mood, somewhat anyway.
