The city tore my street up doing something with the water lines. I think they put new pipes in. Left the street a mess. Then, they came back and tore it up again because something wasn't right. Left again. This was last Spring or early Summer. Then they scraped up the street down the block like they do when they resurface a road. Disappeared again. FINALLY, they scraped the whole street earlier this week and, yesterday, they laid new black top on one side of the road. Hopefully they won't desert us again until my side of the street is done! So far, I don't hear any machinery out there.
Will tuck my angst in grats. I am treating Deborah to Aida Sunday for coming every day to run the antibiotics through my PIC line last summer. When I got the tickets I joked with her that I had lost a lot of weight and would be losing a lot more before tbe Opera came around so I wouldn't have to get aisle seats. Also, planned this 3 weeks and 2 days trip to Italy and France as a celebration of how much better I would look and feel by the time it arrived. Instead, I'm up 20 pounds from my lowest, have not been doing my PT exercises as scheduled. I'll be lucky if the cute clothes I bought for the trip will fit! Because of balance and not having done the walking program I intended to do (not a formal program), I will have trouble walking as much as I wanted to, let alone do the massive amount of.steps on the Paris Metro. I will need my cane. I remember the dream I had of my walking and walking in Paris. I saw Notre Dame and then, I lost site of her but wasn't concerned because I knew I could walk as long as it took to find her again. I saw me healthy, cuter 
and FREE! I swore to myself I would make this a reality. What is wrong with me???? I have zero self discipline when it comes to my health. Every day I wake up and say 'THIS is the day I turn it around!' Every day! Never happens. I'll be in Rome 3 weeks from today. I'm embarrassed about the opera tickets because I'll be scrunched up against people. Luckily Deborah is tiny. I actually bought a cheap seat aisle ticket in case it's too tight. (Who does this to themself?) Also, she always drives and parks downhill from the Opera house. I can't see me huffing and puffing alongside her. I'm considering making up a story and telling her I have to Uber to the theater instead of her picking me up. Deborah is NOT warm and fuzzy and is extremely disciplined. This weight struggle makes no sense to her. We share many interests, opera, gardening, arts, pets but are not alike in an emotional sense at all. So, I am heading on this trip, no more in shape than ever (well, my back is better overall) with my cane, my CPAP, my hearing aids (I got these aids 2 years ago. They were set at a level 8. Now, I have to crank the right one up to 15 and the left one to 10. I have an audiology appt before I leave and hope to get a better pair.). I have a new pain, the one on my side, AND I have catatacts in both eyes. One is a huge one in my right eye! I won't be able to afford too many more trips because I plan on retiring and moving in 2 years. This one waa supposed to be my 'freedom from weight and pain' tour. I'd cancel if I could. I half-wished that the docs would have found something that made it impossible for me to travel. That way, my travel insurance would have kicked in. I'd lose about $5000 if I just decided not to go. THAT would be crazy!
(The street trucks have arrived. YAY!)
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