F 1 D 0 - 2004 01 25 at 0150 Just One Foot. I've had this problem for a while, but today it has gotten my attention sufficiently to warrant an entry on F1D0 - my right foot. Now on xmas, I had an incident where I went down some stairs, and sprained or strained a foot. I think it was my right foot, but don't know it. It hurts to be sure. But that is NOT why I'm writing you. My right foot is determined to have rough skin. VERY rough skin. When I shower, I'm rather smooth, without callous or roughness. Except this right foot's sole. It's getting bad, in that it used to be just the edge closest to the outsides. So the heel, the edge, they'd be rough. After a shower, it just crumbles as much as I'm prepared to remove it. I'm afraid to take it ALL off! It looks important. Now it is covering most of the right sole, and has taken up absorbing the colour of my socks. Yes, this is so minor, so absolutely unimportant for all of you readers. I don't blame you for wincing at my smallness. But I exercise barefoot often. Yoga is barefoot. Instability ball is barefoot. Forgot your shoes? Then that's barefoot too, whatever I was planning. But now I have perma black marks on my Right Foot. Not black. Grey. So it looks like I practice bad hygiene. How can I?! I work out daily, and therefore shower daily. Well, it doesn't matter. I have some issues. I'll figure it out. I was once advised that skin roughness (like that) isn't filth, but could be viral or fungal. Maybe I should be spraying more. I like the spray liquid stuff. Miconazole spray. It is funny, but nobody stocks it in Canada. I have to buy it when I travel By Bus to USA. If I fly, I'm not supposed to have it on the plane. The aerosols here have added talc powder. These products stain my black socks. Sort of the problem I'm having with the socks now, but in reverse. I *am* able to procure miconazole ointment, and that is as nice a product as any to use. News Since Wednesday I've been attending a real gym. I'm now going to Extreme Fitness on Yonge Street every day. That is my plan, and I've kept to that so far. I'm also on Atkins, but I've NOT been so faithful to that. I feel benefits already, mind you. On day one I experienced the headache, and don't seem to be starving as I normally feel. One of the beneficial side effects of Atkins is how you stop wanting to eat always, once you've gotten into it. This is good, as I have the self control six month old puppy left to watch a Barbecued Chicken. Talking about puppies and barbecued chicken, I try to drop in on Tom and Cindy on Thursdays. I went to exercise at the Main Centre every Thursday. Afterwards, I'd be only a few blocks from their home. Now I'm going to Extreme, but I'll endeavour to see them anyway. So I went there Thursday. "We have nothing here," I'm advised, so I make sure I come over with a Barbecued Chicken. These are wonderful things. Eat them as they are, or use them as meat in your favourite canned soup. I come in the doorway, and I'm greeted by everyone. Oh, not the human, but the animal family. Toby was most visible. It was as if he could smell me coming out of the subway, and knew this chicken was Just For Him. I'd shout "Go Away!" and he'd go, but only for a second. Or he'd encircle my chicken, round and round, waiting for a tactical error on my part. The Five Siamese were the most determined. None of this shark style attack for them. They simply pounce onto the island, and see if they can take it. The kittens' names are Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, and the Momma cat is Minnow, but answers to almost any friendly call. So here I am, trying to debone the chicken, put it into a small pot, open a can of something, pour it on, and let it simmer until warm again. Easy, right? Gamma jumps while I'm opening the tin, and manages getting away with thigh meat instantly. I'm told that anyone -- dog, cat or human -- who attempts to get such food back, hears frightening growling from this otherwise sweetie pie kitten. I didn't hear any growling. I only saw the meat inhaled. "Better stay close to the chicken, Dave," I'm advised. "They will take the whole thing, and deny it later." So I hunt for a squirt bottle. Now, these kittens, and these cats, they're are NOT strangers to the water spray. It is how you get them from doing bad things. So you'd think you show them the bottle, and they run away and hide. No. They look at you, and wince, and cower, and close their eyes in anticipation of a spray, but don't go!! You actually have to shoot them. Jeez. Finally, Cindy and I got a system. I deboned and she did the rest, including crowd control. "You'd think I don't feed them!" she says. "But I feed them three times a day." We made sure that Keagle got some nice chicken skin. He didn't shark; he didn't beg; he didn't misbehave. Keagle (say Kegel) is a grey tabby who was the cat of the house before I showed up with a pregnant Siamese momma cat. His name is from a circle-the-word puzzle. "What is a 5-letter word for a bird of prey?" And there it was: K-E-A-G-L-E. Every time I say "what is a 5 letter word for a bird of prey" around Cindy, she kicks me. Nanuk was also good. She's the Husky. So she got the tail bone with whatever was connected to it. I hope I can see Tim soon. He was sick for a while. Actually, so was I. We say "I have a cold" but sometimes it's heavy duty. Oh, you know it's not "The Flu", but it can still be awful. During my last couple of days of illness, I felt fine, with this one terrible exception: I couldn't exert myself. Climbing stairs, such as to get out of the subway, required me to rest at the top of each partial flight. Is this what it feels like to be asthmatic? I hope to see Nathan soon. I've not seen him for weeks, perhaps months. He's still in Hamilton, but has a new place. I saw that place, but it was still vacant. If you read this page, let me know, by email? Normally I let a few of you know I've written, but this time I want to see if it gets discovered. Do any of you remember Toby's Good Eats? There was one not far from here. In fact, there was one Not Far From Any of You, if you were in Greater Toronto Area. Now there are one, maybe two left. I was there. It's the same as before. Interesting salads, and interesting hamburgers. But the people: where are the customers? I was the only one there tonight. I had their 99c special: Hamburger for 99c if you buy the fries. Times are rough. Good special, and an empty drinking establishment. Still, the server was chipper. Actually, he may have been an owner. He used the phrase "I sent the other guy home" during our chat. Tonight's contradance was good. Judy Greenhill was calling, and The Extraordinary String Band was playing. Judy listens, and that's a good thing. One of the olde tyme melodies they used was ill suited for the dancing we do. You just couldn't tell when the music started from the beginning. She got them to pick another song. I like the music fast enough to swing without plodding. Well, they didn't get points for that tonight At All. Everyone wonders why I don't come out to the Contradances as I used to. That's the big reason. If I cannot get a good swing with my partner/neighbour then I'll avoid the dance. After the program, we were advised to all mill about the back, and we'd pick a place to chat afterwards. But nobody could come to a consensus about where to actually do that, so we all just went. I was thinking of going home too, but I got a signal on my phone, and came upstairs at Yonge and Bloor subway station. That's how I discovered the Completely Empty Toby's Good Eats. I'm rambling, huh? Oh well. That's all I know. These are retired streetcars kept as artwork in Thunder Bay, at the Bombardier plant there, where they used to make these "PCC" streetcars. PCC was an interesting idea. As I understand it the US president decided as a war time measure that street cars would be standardized, so that it didn't matter whether you got a Bombardier or another brand. I think PCC stood for President's Conference Cars.