At last the mystery of my foot pain has been solved! I turned my right foot in Rome, but kept walking on it until I got back to the U.S.A. But all the R.I.C.E. only worked for a bit. I'd try to do a triangle in yoga class, and the owie would come back. Today the physical therapist manipulated my foot until she found the trouble spot, illustrated below.
The ouch bone was too mobile, and its excessive moving around caused the hurt. The PT taped my foot in such a way to give the battered bone a rest.
Next I get to got to ankle class.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
A Slow Few Days
Last Thursday I and some buddies went to Jordan Hall to hear the Boston Early Music Festival Orchestra. I had never been to Jordan Hall before, so it was a double-treat. However, getting there was harder than we thought it would be.
First, when we descended into the Harvard Square T Stop, we encountered an enormous crowd. The T was broken, and people had been waiting for some time. Oh no! But we only had to wait about 5 minutes. Then we got off at Symphony. We planned to eat at Lucy, a place highly praised at Yelp.com. We had 2 hours before the concert, so we were not concerned that it was a small place with only one table left. The owner assured us he could feed us within the 2 hours. Well, time passed and passed and passed. And Julie asked if we were going to get our food on time, and the guy said yes. And then we had only a half hour, and the guy said it's coming out in a minute. So 5 minutes later we got our food. And it was great food! The bread looked like sheets of sponge, but it was good.
We got to the concert in time. We heard strings with harpsichord and sometimes trumpets. I couldn't see the trumpets from my seat. I like Baroque music. I like Baroque art. I even like Rococo. I like opera that is highly stylized and heavily ornamented. (I'm not saying I have good taste. I'm just saying this is what tastes good to me)
On Saturday Laureen and I went to another concert at Jordan Hall featuring the guy who played harpsichord at the first one, but playing the piano this time. There was a victory parade for the Bruins at 11, but since the concert wasn't until 2:30, I figured we would be safe. But I hadn't considered that as the victory parade progressed, fans would be returning to the T. As it turned out, 1 1/2 million people showed up for the parade, and the T got swamped. I left extra early, because Laureen and I were going to get frozen yogurt before the concert, but the train was creeping along between Park St and Copley. We made it.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Proof Positive!
My rose bush hasn't produced any flowers for a few years. So why is it producing this year? Maybe it liked all the rain. Anyway, here's the proof. (I confess to pumping up the color saturation, since the blooms are a very light pink.)
Romeo is enjoying the opportunity to go outside.
Romeo is enjoying the opportunity to go outside.
Monday, June 06, 2011
Im/peccable = With(out) Sin
Perhaps you read my post on the word vincible. Well, would you believe that there is a peccable as well as the better-know impeccable?
peccable, adj.truetrue Pronunciation: Brit. /ˈpɛkəbl/ , U.S. /ˈpɛkəb(ə)l/ Etymology: < French peccable (c1050 in Old French as pecables; compare Anglo-Norman pecchable, peccable, pechable) and its etymon post-classical Latin peccabilis capable of sinning, liable to sin (9th cent.; 14th cent. in British sources), sinful (14th cent. in British sources) < classical Latin peccāre to sin (see peccant adj. and n.) + -bilis-ble suffix, after impeccābilisimpeccable adj.... (Show Less) 1. Capable of sinning; liable to sin. In later use also (freq. in humorous contrast to impeccable): fallible, imperfect, flawed.1604 T. Wright Passions of Minde (new ed.) v. §4. 210 All men by nature are sinners, are peccable, the iust offend often. 1675–6 H. More Let. 10 Jan. in Conway Lett. (1992) vii. 417 Which is wonderfull how else to understand of the Humanity of Christ, unlesse he had such a soul as other men have, of itself indeed peccable but by reason of his perpetuall Faythfulnesse, alwayes devoyd of sin. 1741 G. Berkeley Let. 7 June in Wks. (1871) IV. 272 We hold all mankind to be peccable and errable, even the Pope himself. 1833 J. H. Newman Arians 4th Cent. ii. 249 At first it [sc. Arianism] had not scrupled to admit the peccable nature of the Son; but it soon‥avowed that, in matter of fact, He was indefectible. 1857 H. Miller Test. Rocks iii. 154 Fitting and preparing peccable, imperfect man, for a perfect impeccable future state. 1900 F. Thompson in T. L. Conolly Literary Crit. (1948) 137 The sublimest teaching, if the utterance be peccable, is not worth one impeccable stanza. 1936 D. B. MacDonald Hebrew Philos. Genius vii. 141 The state‥was a divine foundation and, therefore, peccable only on its human side. 1992 N.Y. Times (Nexis) 13 Mar. c6/1 Its credentials are about as impeccable as you can find in the peccable atmosphere of Hollywood. †2. Sinful, wrong. Obs. rare.1633 W. Prynne Histrio-mastix 563 Is not the selfe same sinne as sinfull, as peccable? 1633—1633 |
Sunday, June 05, 2011
Cats and Food
Juliet likes sleeping on top of the clothes-drying rack. This is how she looks from underneath.
Yesterday I went with Sue, Julie, and Dave to True Bistro, a vegan place in Somerville. Above, Julie and Dave look serious.
Sue's hand gestures are echoed by the gentleman at the next table. How artistic is that!
A salad with farro, which tasted something like barley. Nice presentation.
Wilted spinach, smoked tofu, pecans, cranberries, red onion, balsamic vinegar. The smoked tofu had a meaty taste reminiscent of bacon.
Housemade spaghettini, smoked tofu, English peas, blanched almonds, cream sauce. I liked this; Julie didn't love it.
Cornmeal-crusted oyster mushrooms, horseradish/dill aioli. You can't go wrong with fried stuff!
Black bean and plantain torte, salsa verde and sour cream. (I think I got that right.)
I generally think of vegan diets as very restrictive, but the True Bistro makes great use of plant foods. I could be vegan, if I could eat stuff like this every day.
Yesterday I went with Sue, Julie, and Dave to True Bistro, a vegan place in Somerville. Above, Julie and Dave look serious.
Sue's hand gestures are echoed by the gentleman at the next table. How artistic is that!
A salad with farro, which tasted something like barley. Nice presentation.
Wilted spinach, smoked tofu, pecans, cranberries, red onion, balsamic vinegar. The smoked tofu had a meaty taste reminiscent of bacon.
Housemade spaghettini, smoked tofu, English peas, blanched almonds, cream sauce. I liked this; Julie didn't love it.
Cornmeal-crusted oyster mushrooms, horseradish/dill aioli. You can't go wrong with fried stuff!
Black bean and plantain torte, salsa verde and sour cream. (I think I got that right.)
I generally think of vegan diets as very restrictive, but the True Bistro makes great use of plant foods. I could be vegan, if I could eat stuff like this every day.
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