I had every intention of going to the gym yesterday. I am encouraged that my doctor found that I am a little bit stronger and a little bit faster. I need to leverage that. And since I am not employed, I have been losing ground. Yes, it’s nice not to have to struggle through Grand Central, Times Square and Penn Station on a daily basis. But easily having 7500 – 10,000 plus steps a day is a benefit to someone like me.
My Jawbone Up tracker has not been working so I have been unable to get a real reading on what I have been doing. I splurged on a Fitbit Alta. I am eager to see how that goes.
Also, last week I started adding in the stationery bike on my doctor’s advice.
I like to go around 2 o’clock. It’s all the old people. It’s fairly empty and relatively quiet.
As I may have mentioned, we have been having issues with the used car lot that sprung up next to my house and the town. We have been at odds for three years. The car lot does thing illegally and then the town makes it alright. In recent weeks they cut down a beautiful old oak tree on the edge of our property on Easter Saturday claiming alternately that it was diseased NOT or that the town required it – not according to the last official meeting. The last time we called the town, the owner was literally pounding on our door within 20 minutes. The lot’s MO is to start work on a weekend when Town Hall is closed. Last weekend they started the fence. We are supposed to have an 8 foot PVC fence. Sunday morning someone came up and pounded on the door. Again, we will not open our door. Most of the fence posts were removed. Tom goes out yesterday morning to take pictures. We want a dated history of what goes on. There’s a guy we believe to be the manager over there. He comes charging over and tells Tom he can’t take pictures. I hear the yelling and screaming and come out with phone and start taping. End of story. Tom is very upset over the threats. It’s two old fat guys hurling insults at each other.
Tom always helps me from the house to the car and makes sure I get off OK. I start to drive off and car lot guy comes into the road and blocks me AGAIN! He wants to talk about the morning’s “disagreement” and how he wants to make me happy. I pull out phone and start voice and video as I have expressed to town everything must now be in writing. We are talking about a Town Hall that is literally across the street from massage parlors! Tom sees Rob at the car and thinks I am being threatened. Ah, male testosterone. I may be older and have mobility issues but I can mostly take care of myself. Situation devolves. I must say Tom is being surprisingly cool. No mistakes, it’s loud. Rob snaps and I have him on tape saying let’s go of camera and have this out. And something about beating his f**king face in. Excuse me? At this point to my surprise, Tom says I am old and sick and not doing this. Rob starts to yell, and again, I have this on tape, that Tom is a drunk and the only one he beats up is me. If you have been reading me or know me, you know that we have had problems but he has never, ever beat me. Seriously? Has everyone lost their minds? And how does Rob know any of this? At the last public meeting, he told the town that Tom shouldn’t be allowed to speak as he was legally not allowed to be in my house. NOT!! Yes, there had been an order that was quickly rescinded three years ago.
Tom starts to go back in the house and now manager charges over onto my property followed by some other car lot guys and threatening Tom. I call out “Get off of my property, I am calling 911.” Which I do. 911 operator has a hard time because of all the screaming going on but they all realize I am on phone with 911 and by end of call, they are back in lot.
Now, I can’t go to gym because I have to wait for police. And we have had previous situation with someone with drugs and alcohol passed out across my driveway. Car lot knew him and have hooks with police. Very nervous at this point. Tom is not drinking. There is an order that he can’t but neither of trust the car lot people or the police. I can’t file the complaint the cop says because I wasn’t the one who was threatened. I do have a report. We will see what it says. After numerous flats in my driveway, I tried to file a report at the precinct because I felt it was connected to the massage parlor that used to be in the lot. The precinct translated that one into a message store.
Meanwhile, Tom keeps going off about what he’s going to do. Not restful.
So, no gym and my stress level is through the roof which means my legs are shot.
I am going to try again today. I refuse to be a victim. Outside eyes may see me as over 50, frail with limited mobility but that is not who I am.