... and other thoughts.
I thought I wanted a bike. I know, what am I? Twelve? Actually a folding bike I could take with me when I go running in far away lands. But the airlines have $100 bike handling fees, even though folding bikes are no bigger than luggage and so no special handling. And even if I could get one that fit as carry on, TSA gets their undies all messy when they see one on the X-Ray. So I hear from actual users.
How about a recumbent bike? I checked prices. Yikes! How about a car?
An article was posted about President Obama taking a meeting with MSNBC Opinionists Rachel Maddow and Al Sharpton about the fiscal cliff and tax increases. Ok, without wandering into the absurdity of that, the tweets of Huffington Post reporter Jennifer Bendery about Al Sharpton broke my heart for Al:
"Also, Al Sharpton is so unbelievably tiny now. I actually gasped when I saw him pass by just now. Hope he's ok.
— jennifer bendery (@jbendery) December 4, 2012"
It made me wonder how someone with such obviously limited observational skills and intelligence could become a reporter.
Leave the man alone! He went from a deadly 300 pounds to a healthy 167 and he looks good. He's better than OK. He's healthy now.
See this blog post for pictures:
I gotta admit, the yard looks nice. At least it did until the wind kicked up and blew the rest of the leaves off the trees.
I am really starting to enjoy my strength training. I am lifting more now and showing some real progress.
My knees were having some soreness from doing squats with a barbell. Wait! What? Me?
Any way, so today was supposed to be a running day but I walked instead. Same distance as I would have run, just twice as long. What a pleasure. Yes it was chilly. Yest the wind was stiff and made my eyes tear, but that would have happened on a run too and I would have been all bitchy about it. I forgot how good it is to slow it down once in a while
Instead, I observed that a neighbor somehow has fresh roses blooming. Wow! December roses.
I kept my hat on. Stupid birds.
Is it my imagination or are there more squirrels this year. And are they all watching me?