Staggering and Wobbling with Dignity and Grace. Or Not.

So I stagger and wobble and run into door jambs. The door jamb part really isn't in the same category as the other two, because staggering and wobbling are relatively new, but I've been door-challenged all my life. Once when I was eight, visiting my Aunt Laura and Uncle Joe, the phone rang and I … Continue reading Staggering and Wobbling with Dignity and Grace. Or Not.

A Secret Pleasure at the Gym

No, it's not the swimming pool. It's not the hot tub. It's not the gorgeous male trainers. It's the closed captions. Some machines at the gym have TV monitors attached so users won't become bored. A wise move. My first day on the recumbent bike, I said to myself, "Oh, pish-tosh! I don't need television. I have an … Continue reading A Secret Pleasure at the Gym

O Treachery, Thy Name Is Puller-Downer Thingey

Brightly colored instruments of torture, heavier than they look. More colorful double-dealers. For strengthening the core. Deceptively innocent in appearance, but treacherous at its core. One mission: to unseat the trusting rider. Passive-aggressive. For strengthening the cardio-pulmonary system. Old technology corrupted by new. See below. Digital conspiracy #1: Information dump--time, speed,calories, watts, resistance, heart rate--heart … Continue reading O Treachery, Thy Name Is Puller-Downer Thingey

Promises, production, and pain

Last week CP and I made a pact to write at least 100 words a day. When I began this manuscript, I wrote at least 500 words a day. But with one thing and another, over the months, production slipped. So, although 100 seemed paltry compared to what I used to do, or what I … Continue reading Promises, production, and pain