When I was at the Dr's office today, I listed the exercises I'm doing now. These include jumping jacks and vertical jumping. Those are both considered good ones for osteo because of the impact. It's not the jump, it's the fall. Dr suggested that a better approach would be to play basketball. In keeping with his idea of overall health, basketball provides the right type of exercise, but it involves social interaction too.

I've never played basketball and was terrible at it in gym in high school.

I have dreaded the day when Kitty will ask me to play with her. It doesn't seem likely that she will because of her lack of interest in any sport. That's a topic of its own.

Dinner this evening was a fund-raiser event at a restaurant near the school. When we arrived, there was a "help wanted" sign on one of the doors. Over an hour after ordering, we learned why that was a problem. When ordering I tried to make it clear to the clerk that I wanted the Boca version of one of their burgers. I explained that several times. When our food finally arrived, I looked at the top of the burger. Bocas are molded discs that are very similar to meat burgers and this one looked right, so I started in on it. The texture didn't seem quite Boca-ish and my sense of taste isn't so good, but eventually I checked more thoroughly. When I looked under the patty, I saw the puddle-fat stuff that burgers get on them and knew it was definitely wrong, so I sent it back. Before I figured it out, I ate about a third of that nasty thing. This other food server understood the problem and in only another half hour later, we were ready. This time with my burger in a to-go box. Sometimes it would be useful if I could speak Spanish.

When we arrived home, I opened the box and checked. This time it's a veggie patty, not a Boca, but a patty with veggies in it. One of us will have it for lunch tomorrow.

On the way home we talked about my upcoming travel schedule. Kitty cried because I'm going to be gone so long. It was originally going to be two trips, one for two different projects. The schedule for one kept slipping, so now they abut. The managers of that one don't want to slip it more because that means moving to Dec because of Thanksgiving. My "boss" for the other, second trip, used the crying related to her project's trip last year as leverage to talk them out of me going on the first trip, which is nice of her, but putting words into my mouth, especially when her trip is over twice as long. My getting out of that one is not an option as far as she's concerned, of course. Kind of twisted logic there.