For old times’ sake

Florida is the state that holds the most memories I have of growing up, although I lived in a handful of other states as my dad followed orders in the Coast Guard. He was born and raised a small town outside of Tallahassee, Florida called Monticello. On summer vacations, we were shuttled between his parents house there and my mom’s parents house in Tallahassee. The best summers.

My grandparents house in Monticello had (and still has, as you see below) a white fence between the neighboring house. My sisters and brother and I saw it as an easy way to compete. So we walked up and down the fence many, many times.

I had the chance to swing by the old house last week when I was in Tallahassee visiting family and reading my book to a classroom full of kids, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to walk the fence again. Not quite as easy as it was back in the day, but I still managed. Glad the owner of the house didn’t think it was weird, or at least he didn’t say anything out loud 🙂

Here’s to doing things for old times’ sake!

-Out of the Wilderness

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One of the most interesting homes you’ll see

This is in west Nashville, and I couldn’t help but post a few photos. I found out it’s been dubbed “Small World” because evidently the guy who owns it has the last name of Small. Oh, you clever guy, you! Anyway, take a look, pretty interesting right?
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Yes, it’s true. I have plantar fasciitis… again.

pfDeep breath. Sigh. Long sigh. I hope you’re sitting down like I am. The PF monster is back, and unlike the other PF, this is a “judgement full zone”! I’m hating on this diagnosis right now. Totally judging it.

It was a couple years ago when I first resolved my issue with plantar fasciitis. It required a doctors visit, custom orthotics, new shoes, and time. Actually, back then I thought whatever pain I was having in my heel (didn’t know it was PF at the time) would be with me for life. That was, until it got a name and then ultimately, a solution.

The doc said I had a couple choices… 1. the custom shaped insole, or 2. a steroid shot in the heel. I didn’t foresee the steroid shot being a good long term fix, so I went with choice #1. It worked!

But in the last couple weeks the pain came back. I’m sure it’s my own doing; I love being barefoot or wearing flip flops. And my arch is just too high for that, I guess. The thing is, I have the Turkey Bowl flag football tournament in about a month so getting my right foot back to 100% is a must.

I’m now on a mission to make things right. I recently picked up cushioned arch supports from Target. I’m swapping them in and out of whatever shoes I’m wearing at the time. I’m icing my foot (twice today). I have 1 more day of adult league sports, which will definitely be working against any progress. I’ll take it easy during my last soccer game, though.

I absolutely cannot have this PF be an issue for this year’s Thanksgiving holiday Turkey Bowl. I’ve played in the one day tournament for quite a few years, and it was 3 or 4 years ago that I tried playing with PF. I was ok the first game or two. But after that, I was hobbling around like the hunchback of Notre Dame. It was so painful.

I’ll post updates as tournament day approaches, until then feel free to leave comments with any home remedies that you’ve tried!

-Out of the Wilderness

If I had a superpower…

I wouldn’t wish to fly. I wouldn’t want to be invisible or have superhuman strength. Night vision, telepathy,immortality, and jumping really high would all be at the bottom of my list.
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The superpower I’d want every fall season is to be able to predict the future. Can you imagine how my fantasy football season would go then!? I wouldn’t have 4 losses, I promise you that! I may allow 1 or 2 losses as to not draw attention to myself, you know, look like a regular team. But man, if I could only know the future, I wouldn’t have so much heartache every Monday morning… in the fall.

Here’s to a win in week 8!

-Out of the Wilderness