Saturday, October 06, 2012
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Thursday, September 06, 2012
I mowed the lawn, came in and hydrated, pulled out an ice pack and took an Aleve.
The fitness assessment two day ago is catching up with me.
First (after the intake - medical history, measurements, goals and the like) was the 6 minute "run" for distance. My pulse was where I expected but my blood pressure was really high (glad I don't check that while I'm exercising, smile).
Then I was to do pushups and squats. Since the trainer had mentioned the squats would be timed (one minute), I assumed that was how the pushups would be as well. My left shoulder is still giving me trouble from both an old "cheerleading" injury (I had to take PT for a year to be able to lift my arm overhead) and some new changes I have chalked up to aging. So I told the trainer I didn't think I could do as many regular or modified pushups as I was capable of because of the shoulder issue (and my body weight, frankly), so I wanted to do the wall pushup option instead. When we got in position, THAT is when I learned it wasn't how many I could do in a minute, it was how many I could DO. Okay... I started, and she counted...and counted...and counted...I felt sorry for her after a while...until FINALLY I could tell I was not going to be able to keep going AND hold proper form for much longer. By then we were already in the 90s, and I was able to get some more in over 100. Take THAT, body-that-I-can-no-longer-claim-is-29!
Ahh, but I am paying the price in delayed onset muscle soreness (DOMS). It was worth it! Wonder how I will do in 12 weeks at the postcheck?
So the yard is cut, and as I sit here, a total downpour is occurring.
SO HAPPY I finished and am nice and dry inside! Great timing.
So have a wonderful day, everybody.
Picture yourself in the following photo.
Friday, August 17, 2012
I went to see the (remake of the) movie Sparkle today.
It is the last movie Whitney Houston performed in before her untimely and tragic death.
So many emotions ran through me watching her performance. So much pain.
I could imagine her dear mother, Cissy, watching her and serving as an inspiration for her character as mother of three talented girls.
I could imagine her daughter, Bobbie Christina, watching her and crying from missing her so very much.
I thought she was terrific in The Bodyguard, for a first effort. The role suited her.
Personally, I thought she ruined Waiting to Exhale. When her lover was making excuses over lunch for why he couldn't leave his wife, I wanted to see her character get MAD. I couldn't see that emotion on her face. Between Angela Bassett setting that car on fire and Loretta Devine walking away from Gregory Hines, I thought Whitney was thoroughly upstaged.
But this movie...wow. She was a presence.
So when Sparkle sings the song "Broken Wing" dedicated to her Sister, I thought of dear Whitney, an angel with a broken wing, victim of the lifestyle shown in the film.
Rest in peace Whitney. Thank you for blessing us with that marvelous voice of yours while you were here. Hope you are singing in the Heavenly Choir, soaring on both wings.
The following are publicity photos for the movie found on the Web -
I have no claim on these.
"His Eye Is On The Sparrow"
With Jordin as Sparkle
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