Friday, June 22, 2012
And they said it wouldn't last.
Really they did. We were very opposite types of people. She(WMBO), a hard driving type A personality. Me, a laid back easy going guy, very type-B. Add to that we were 19 and 20 years old. We have sons that age. It's pretty scary to think of them married.
Our High school graduation pictures two years before we married.
And yet I am the one who remembers. Remembers birthdays, holidays (though early on I was told to not worry about Valentine Day. I wisely took about 10 years to catch on to that request), and our anniversary. And that is the basis of one of our funnier anniversary stories ...
In June 2005, the boys and I spent the entire month in Newport NC working on an old house we had bought, fixing it up. We worked hard everyday and lived in a camper in the back yard. On June 22, I received a phone call from our daughter Medical Student Dani (she wasn't Dr Dani yet, so) and she very excitedly wished me a happy anniversary. "Oh my goodness! Is today the twenty-second? I thought it was tomorrow. I better call Mom."
I placed the call and wished her a happy anniversary. "Oh my goodness! Is today the twenty-third?" No, dear it is the twenty-second, our anniversary. "Are you sure it's today? Oh, look who I'm asking. Of course you're sure." And she's the accountant.
So what was today like? I got up early to run for two hours while she was at the Y. But I decided that I would like to see her before she went to work to wish her a Happy Happy, so I decided to wait to run until she got home at 7:00. By then the temperature in the shade was 82 degrees. "Please don't run. I'd hate for you to drop dead on our anniversary." Good idea. It would be bad form. And she decided to take the day off and we worked outside trying to get the yard in shape for the first time since May 2010. By lunch around 1:00 we looked like we'd been in a shower (and God knows we needed one) and we were cooked, exhausted, done. Dinner was out of the question because I didn't feel much like cooking and she was zonked out in front of the TV before 6:00.
Yep. We've been married a long time.
My favorite picture of my wife.
The two of us in Ireland near Malin.
Yeah, we still like this stuff. It embarrasses the kids.
The happy couple and their son and daughter-in-law.
No, the happy couple and the parents of the groom.
The family we are so proud of.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make, the better. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
I kind of like that one. I had been rigid in my health before I was booted out of bed on a Saturday morning more than four years ago. Rigid in that I was unwilling to do anything to change the slippery slope I was on. I went to Weight Watchers. I embraced the program, despite the fact that it had failed me in the past. As had Slim Fast and South Beach and any number of other efforts.
I tried walking briskly. I tried learning to swim. I tried other thing I don't even remember what didn't work for me.
I tried foods I never thought about before. Beans instead of meat. Veggie burgers. Tofu! for cryin' out loud! But one of my favorite places now is the Korean market near our home. They have some of the weirdest stuff you can imagine. And I am willing to give some of it a try. Not all things I tried were for me. Pomegranates and papaya just to name two.
But I tried them.
There are things you have never tried out there. Some of those things are not for you, some you think are not for you. Some are just waiting for you. I NEVER wanted to run a marathon. Now I am looking forward to my next half in July and my next full in November.
Cole Porter wrote a song called Experiment
Before we leave these portals
to meet our paramortals,
there's just one final massage I would give to you.
We all have learned reliance
on the sacred teachings of science,
so I hope through life you never will become,
in spite of philistines, defiant,
to do what all good scientists do.
Make it your motto day and night.
And it will lead you to the light.
The apple from the top of the tree
is never too high to achieve.
So take an example from me.
though interfering friends may frown.
at each attempt to hold you down.
If this advice you'll only employ,
the future can offer you infinite joy
and you'll see.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Ahh. Ice Baths
Lots of smart people say it's the best way to recovery after a hard workout, like a long distance run.
From About Running ( tinyurl.com/bl3vgz ) :
“For recovery after a long run, tough workout or race, nothing beats an ice bath. Soaking in a tub filled with water and ice will help reduce inflammation of tissues and joints, relieve soreness, and speed up your recovery.”
From Runners World ( tinyurl.com/4pw8mm ):
“Ice baths are one of the most effective ways to offset the damage done on a run.”
From Whole9 ( tinyurl.com/d8jdfll ):
“For those of you who follow us on Facebook or Twitter, you may have noticed our recent love affair with ice. Specifically, we’re Tweeting about the thrice-weekly ice baths we’ve been taking following our training sessions at Gym Jones. Training there is a whole different ball game, and after our first workout, we wondered whether we’d be recovered in time for our next session. Three days later. Enter our new favorite recovery tool – the ice bath.”
I guess I'm a sissy. A great big sissy.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
I will just have to wait until next time to see the tall ships. We were supposed to have electrician and landscape guy come by today ... to finish work left hanging over the weekend. I waited and waited and they did not show.
The day was not wasted. I am to strip the aluminum siding from the garage and install a side door. For those who do not live in 1910-20 vintage homes, the garage is an outbuilding, so not to panic.
I picked a spot to start in with hammer and prybar. Bang! Bang! BANG!
Suddenly I was aware of hundreds of living beings (ok maybe a dozen or so) surrounding my head. I came down off the top of that ladder and I ran like the fracking wind the other way!
Man, they did not have to tell me twice. Meanwhile, out in the yard, supposedly mowing, was my beloved son in whom I am not so pleased anymore, laughing is fool head off.
"Sure lucky you're a runner now. I never saw an old person move so fast."
My next move was to grab a broom and chase his sassy butt around, threatening to put the broom someplace where he'd always be able to find it.
"But look, Dad. A couple of years ago when you were fat (the boy is not one to spare my feelings) you would have gotten stung, fallen off the ladder, and spent the rest of the day with an icepack and a bag of chips.
"I'm proud of you old man."
Actually I wish I had a video. It probably was funny to see. I do not think I touched any of the four rungs below me. Just jumped off and ran like hell.
My next move was to Lowes for some knockdown spray. Yeah. I got even with them bees. And the garage is now stripped.
And underneath the aluminum siding is beautiful cedar shakes. Why would anyone cover that up? I guess in the 1960s, aluminum siding was an upgrade. A little power wash and some stain/paint and it'll look great!
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