Ah, the Gold Coast, never a dull - or weird - moment.
Is it an actual sick reptile or a strange dietary gimic? Either way, t'aint natural!
Happily, I'm reporting back that most of my bucket list for Summer '13 was fulfilled. While I haven't (yet) gotten to Yellow Springs for my bike ride, I definitely didn't to go on a canoe trip, and I also didn't take a karate class. However, I still don't feel ripped off. It was a really enjoyable summer, though I could have stood for warmer weather for additional swim days.
The Gold Coast is close to many fine "regional" garage sales, and this past Labor Day, I found the Deal o' the Day for a mere $2:
That's right - end of Summer fun for all!
What did you do this Summer? Highlights? Low lights? Share!
The first time I tried to donate blood, my iron was too low. Rejected.
The next time, it was acceptable, and I was able to donate. After what seemed to take forever, I was rewarded with a medical professional's admonition to "go eat cookies." Unfortunately, I almost passed out later.
However, I feel donating is important, so I signed up again about a month ago to give at the blood mobile outside my church. Once again, my iron was too low. The nurse told me another nurse could check my other finger to see if it was better. After suffering another painful finger pricking, it was determined that not only was the iron level not high enough on the other side, it was even lower.
Returning into church with a look of defeat, my fingers bore the Band-aids of Shame. The woman who looked after me the previous time I almost passed out noted my lack of donation success. Fortunately, she didn't mock me.
Somehow, my desire to donate no longer stemmed from care for my fellow man. It was personal. My blood is good enough, dammit! After a careful reading of the Red Cross' recommended foods and advice for higher iron, I went shopping and whipped up a concoction so high in iron, a vampire would have chased me.
I stayed out of the sun. I didn't drink tea. I ate an enormous breakfast.
After proudly sauntering into the center, well ahead of my appointed time, I found out again that my right hand was too low - 12.3! So close to the 12.5. Again, I tried a different nurse for the left hand. 11.9. Fail. Double fail. So humiliating. But why must they be the middle fingers that endure such pain?
Summer is fleeting and needs to be focused on many things, but certainly fun must be one of them. For that reason, I felt the need to make a Fun Things to do This Summer list. Among them was basket weaving and you see the fruits of my labor above. That's right, I made that last Saturday. Impressive, yes? Not if you saw the sample basket, but I didn't post that picture.
Here's what else:
Color 5k and July 4th 5k
Read the Bible in 90 Days
Read Bleak House
Karate Class (hi-ya! planning to channel my inner Miss Piggy)
Underground Railroad Museum in Cinci
Levi Coffin House (done!)
Celtic Festival in Dayton