No Rabbit Holes

No, I’ve not followed Alice down the rabbit hole but it seems like it at times. I’ve succumbed to joining a health club and I really wanted to post the link to it but no luck. In fact, the difficulty with links has been the main stumbling block to my postings. Somehow, I’ve lost my touch and when I try to do so, it just doesn’t work so I shall be linkless for awhile – until I figure out what I am doing wrong – or alternately, what I was doing right.

Back to the health club, whose links will remain unknown, perhaps forever. My exercise buddy signed up there a few weeks ago and it seemed I was getting nowhere fast without some kind of outside accountablility and really, my walks had turned into strolls as I became more amused and interested with what folk in my district were doing with homes and property than in maintaining a brisk, fat burning, pace.

As my buddy pointed out this morning, the trainer looks like a "sweet young thing" and speaks softly but there is a slave driver in her soul. We have developed a three programs of aerobics and weights to cover every occasion and today, Wednesday, was my first run at it and I wish to report the first time in a long time that I broke a sweat.

The Corn Roast for the Club is over and a funny thing happened on the way to the festivities. The "Lead Hand", who I see as more of a co-ordinator than a "doer" took into his head that he needed to take responsibility for everything ... well that's not quite right as there was no dublicate liquor license and a few other things. Anyway, long story short, poor communication on my part I suppose, as we had duplicate food items - all of which is bought out of pocket with the expectation of compensation. As one fellow mentioned, looks like we have a pretty darned good excuse to have a "Spring Fling Thing" given the material in the freezer! The local street kitchen did well with our potato salad and left over corn.


It is very rainy today, a good thing I spent a year in Oregon where locals don't tan, they rust. Good practice for today. Anywhoo, guess I had better move along and try to accomplish something and earn a bit of coin.

Thigs I've Found on My Walk

Since I seem too lazy or too disorganized, I’m not sure which, to take the camera I thought I would take a picture of stuff I have found on my walk.
Yeah, OK, this is Canada, so, NO, I did not find the peach on my walk. Instead, my walk took me to a seasonal fruit stand that I had noticed on my travels about a mile from home. The thing cost a buck fifty. All the way home I cradled the peach in my palm like a “shot” from my old days of being a very uncompetitive “shot putter”. It is a wonder that the fuzz was not worn off it, such a warm day it is today. In fact, if we had lots of these warm days we might be able to grow peaches.

The smaller orb is NOT Pluto in reference to the sun. It is a “steelie”. When I was a kid we use to prize “steelies” in our marble/alley collections – mind you, the ones we really liked were about an inch in circumference. To such an extent were they prized that from time to time I would go into my dad’s garage an to his chagrin, release said “steelies”, which are really ball bearings, from their race.


The middle item is a die. It is not an ordinary die as the numbers seem to be based on an “8” system with sides doubling, tripling or other-wise multiplying the value “8”. Probably “my-niece-the-librarian-and-NEW-temporary-department-head” might be able to educate me further.

In my handwritten journal, I came across a page heading suggesting that one ought to note, on a daily basis, five things for which to be grateful – EVERY day. So as not to belabour the point, on my walk today, I was grateful that I could walk – unlike “coffee” – who will always remain “coffee” to me, even in her attempts to evade and avoid some odd person who seemed to be extolling her own brand of guilt inducing and sin-based Catholicism.

My only political comment of the day …. more Canadians killed by friendly fire … what’s up with that??? Now, I AM from a military family and know full well that guns don’t kill people, people kill people but still … such a sad, sad thing for all involved.

And Also

No doubt there is some kind of capricious God-like creature that controls all that is “blog”. Yesterday I tried to mention that I had become part of the plasma program .

Not really a big deal except that I can donate much more frequently than with whole blood, like, every week – I’m not sure I would do it that frequently but every couple of weeks, it is manageable. Unlike whole blood, where they siphon off a pint/liter of “the good stuff”, in plasma phoresis they attach you to a machine that runs the blood out of the body into the “magic machine”, whilst extracting the serum and return the red blood cells to the donor.

It was pretty comfortable, and NO, that is NOT ME in the picture; it was a lot less difficult than donating whole blood.
With whole blood, since I am not a big person, a pint is a pint and sometimes I’m just a little peaked after it is over. No problem with recovery, it is quick but with the plasma deally, don’t feel a thing.