I never got the CD project started. Listened to The Ed Schultz show on Radio America and got my fill of coincidences within the Repulican lying machine. Cheney at the Sears Tower making a speech on terrorism, Mueller in Cleveland hyping terrorism and Homeland Security and the Justice Department bringing indictments against "home grown" terrorists, how convenient. I get so pissed thinking about all of the money and lives wasted in Iraq when everything was in order and ready on the home front to successfully implement an assault on terrorist suspects via national and international police action, not to mention the military's Special Operations capabilities. Think of the thousands of police and firefighters the U.S. could have gained, un-fricking-belivable!
I got to thinking about how slow I am to attempt exercise. Is it fear of failure? Injury? What? I have the perfect setup, but I can't seem to get started. I'm going to shame myself into a program since I'm laying up all my confessions for anybody to read. Aside from responsibility to show up for work four days a week, there are no other time barriers to keep me from getting started on a program. So I am going to reread this post over and over and ask myself, why?
Friday, June 23, 2006
made it!
Somehow I got to this page, not exactly sure how. I do not think this experience is part of a learning curve; No way, mine is a learning circle, over and over and over...
The first of three days off. So far, the usual routine: lie in bed and listen to Scott and BR on the sportstalk radio, then some computer bridge games, a bit of breakfast and pills and now Nancy licking my leg, buttering me up so to speak, seeking a walk in the park. She is so much fun. Unbelievably quiet, very strong, very gentle, always there. She can do no wrong, spell that d- e- n- i-a- l.
I've been on a spending spree for various items, mostly from Herrington's Catalog. The most recent is a CD disc retriever. I read the instructions (a first) and damned if this thing has no need for electricity, everything is either spring loaded or gravity induced. Pretty cool. Holds one hundred CD's, guess I'll work on that after this blog. Joy put all of my CD's in special books, but it's such a hassle I find that I don't go to the cabinet to look them up.
Tomorrow, I'll volunteer at Rancho Guajome. If anyone is interested, Google has a bunch of stuff on the place. Guajome is a name for frog pond. No more pond, but it must have been one great cocaphony of burps and chirps during warm summer nights.
I'm looking for some self-motivation to get started on strength and stretching exercises. I think I'll try to tie in blogging with exercising. Do both and write down what I've done. Notice that I'm marking the idea at the moment, not the actual project. Geez, I saw a photo of Ray Leal and myself while at the Academy. I couldn't get over the fact that I had a tapered waist! I can do it again.
Looking forward to walking through the backyard at Penny's. She remarked in an email how the trees have really turned out well. I'm very curious about the beechnut tree I transplanted from Jerry Mongron's house back in 1976. The Honey Locust tree on the north side was always a classic story of how it grew. After three years I had cut the dead portion down to earth level and left only a surviving sucker to fend for itself. It grew quite well.
The first of three days off. So far, the usual routine: lie in bed and listen to Scott and BR on the sportstalk radio, then some computer bridge games, a bit of breakfast and pills and now Nancy licking my leg, buttering me up so to speak, seeking a walk in the park. She is so much fun. Unbelievably quiet, very strong, very gentle, always there. She can do no wrong, spell that d- e- n- i-a- l.
I've been on a spending spree for various items, mostly from Herrington's Catalog. The most recent is a CD disc retriever. I read the instructions (a first) and damned if this thing has no need for electricity, everything is either spring loaded or gravity induced. Pretty cool. Holds one hundred CD's, guess I'll work on that after this blog. Joy put all of my CD's in special books, but it's such a hassle I find that I don't go to the cabinet to look them up.
Tomorrow, I'll volunteer at Rancho Guajome. If anyone is interested, Google has a bunch of stuff on the place. Guajome is a name for frog pond. No more pond, but it must have been one great cocaphony of burps and chirps during warm summer nights.
I'm looking for some self-motivation to get started on strength and stretching exercises. I think I'll try to tie in blogging with exercising. Do both and write down what I've done. Notice that I'm marking the idea at the moment, not the actual project. Geez, I saw a photo of Ray Leal and myself while at the Academy. I couldn't get over the fact that I had a tapered waist! I can do it again.
Looking forward to walking through the backyard at Penny's. She remarked in an email how the trees have really turned out well. I'm very curious about the beechnut tree I transplanted from Jerry Mongron's house back in 1976. The Honey Locust tree on the north side was always a classic story of how it grew. After three years I had cut the dead portion down to earth level and left only a surviving sucker to fend for itself. It grew quite well.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
June 22nd
Finally back into the blogsite. Will be going for a walk shortly and then on to work. No progress on exercise issues. Body feeling pretty good. Was hot to write the other night, but couldn't remember all the buttons to push. Just got off the cell with Megan and she got me to this point again. This stuff is FM. So mysterious how theses little electrons turn themselves into answering machines, viewing screens, search engines...........................I didn't the article, but saw where Dick Cheney expressed surprise that the Iraq War has lasted so long. Classic chutzpah. His first name fits him well, though I bet his wife wishes it were more.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
First Day at Blogging
With Megan's gracious assistance I am now able to write. Thank you, Megan!
It's a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon in Oceanside with a typical gentle ocean breeze to cool the air. Joy and I will take Nancy for a walk and windsprints in Buddy Todd Park. We position ourselves on park picnic tables thirty yards apart and reward Nancy with dog biscuits as she sprints back and forth for her treats. I estimate that she runs somewhere in the vacinity of three hundred yards and then we finish off the rest of the time with a quarter mile stroll. It works out well.
Since Collin and Denise left on May 29th I decided to forgo beer in hopes of losing weight. So far it has been slow going, but with a stitched thumb from a knife wound - cutting dog biscuits in half - taking ten days to heal and no sense of disciplined direction for food intake the excuse is not excusable but understandable. Abstaining from beer has been realatively stress free with the exception of the first night as I drove home from work and I kept wanting to head for the Deli Liquor Store.
I've got quite a few plans and projects which are going to keep me busy. I'll be a volunteer docent at Rancho Guajome showing visitors the grounds and talking about the history of the ranch. Fridays, have Joy and I going to the Oceanside Senior Center for lunch and bridge. Work gives me about 22 hours in a four day work week (Mondays through Thursdays), Netflix DVD movies, computer bridge, a variety of books and serving as the homeowners gardening liaison keeps me ocupied. So that's it. This is the first blog. Thanks again, Megan.
It's a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon in Oceanside with a typical gentle ocean breeze to cool the air. Joy and I will take Nancy for a walk and windsprints in Buddy Todd Park. We position ourselves on park picnic tables thirty yards apart and reward Nancy with dog biscuits as she sprints back and forth for her treats. I estimate that she runs somewhere in the vacinity of three hundred yards and then we finish off the rest of the time with a quarter mile stroll. It works out well.
Since Collin and Denise left on May 29th I decided to forgo beer in hopes of losing weight. So far it has been slow going, but with a stitched thumb from a knife wound - cutting dog biscuits in half - taking ten days to heal and no sense of disciplined direction for food intake the excuse is not excusable but understandable. Abstaining from beer has been realatively stress free with the exception of the first night as I drove home from work and I kept wanting to head for the Deli Liquor Store.
I've got quite a few plans and projects which are going to keep me busy. I'll be a volunteer docent at Rancho Guajome showing visitors the grounds and talking about the history of the ranch. Fridays, have Joy and I going to the Oceanside Senior Center for lunch and bridge. Work gives me about 22 hours in a four day work week (Mondays through Thursdays), Netflix DVD movies, computer bridge, a variety of books and serving as the homeowners gardening liaison keeps me ocupied. So that's it. This is the first blog. Thanks again, Megan.
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