My tortillas are getting better. Refried Pinto bean burritos tonight.
Posts with tag: health/lifestyle
You Should Get a Cat Dad…
This morning as I was doing my workout, I noticed a two-finger size tumbleweed of cat hair emerge from under my reading chair. It swirled, was swept up into the sunlight in a blaze of backlit fire, and plunged into … the rest “You Should Get a Cat Dad…”
Off… The New Killer App
From Steve Layman.
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It’s called Off. You’ve probably heard of it. It’s been around for a while. Remarkably, it’s already built into everything. Off has been included, free of charge, on most of the devices vying for your
I call this, Eggs on Fried Dough.
Or, Blackened Yardbird Ova Encrusted with Shell Particulates on a Bed of Olive Oil Saturated Gluten Enriched Shortbread.
I watch part of one video and now every other post on FB is shaming me because I can’t use a lathe to turn an old engine block into an elegant set of fruit bowls.
Apparently, all the cool people are melting crayons and submerging them in epoxy resin to create astounding works of art.
I will try to do better, but right now I think it’s best if I focus on not poisoning myself with my own cooking.
I look forward to this disease releasing its hold over us.
But I think it would be a shame, heartbreaking really, to go through all of this, to survive it, only to accomplish a return to “normal.”
Civilization has been thrust upon me and it has not added one whit to my love for truth, honesty, and generosity.
This would do nicely for me I think.
As would this.
Parent-teacher conferences at Park Hill H.S. Meeting with Marilyn’s teachers. She’s doing so well. Finding her groove as a student. I’m proud.
Venn the @#$%!
My cat, Venn the @#$%!, has taught himself to wake me up by leaping from the headboard onto my groin. I don’t enjoy this.
I’ve outsmarted him again though. I get up at 3:30am now.
This is him after explaining … the rest “Venn the @#$%!”
After almost 5 years, my 1st generation Apple Watch has lost the ability to record whether I have stood up and walked around during the last hour.
The tyrant has fallen.
I am free.
Dinner this evening with Marilyn and her boyfriend Julian, who is a nice young man. Hot Mexican food on a cold, cold night.
If you believe that freedom comes from physical constructs (guns, walls, etc.,) and you don’t work to create an internal, personal construct of freedom that releases your mind from fear, then you equate freedom firstly with violence instead of love and respect and you are always going to be afraid.
I ended a streak tonight. After 167 consecutive days of walking at least 5 kilometers (3.1 miles) outside, I was thwarted by ice on the pathway.
It was a good run. Some days I would do 6K, some days 10. … the rest “Streak.”
I started today strong with good food and a good friend and then I started feeling slower and weaker as the day went on. Like something got in my bones.
No symptoms just fatigue. So I did the only thing I really know how to do, which is move.
I headed out for my daily walk, but it’s already 8pm so it’s dark. I’m kind of slogging along listening to music.
Just as I’m walking around the pile of ‘decorative rubble’ that marks the halfway point at Parkville South H.S and Highway 9, Marvin Gaye sings,
“Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?”
You know how he does it. Damn.
It’s like having all the tired cells in your blood injected with honey.
Feeling better now.
Breakfast at Gg’s Barbacoa Cafe this morning with Will Leathem. Very good enchiladas with eggs. Some sauce so hot I won’t need a coat for the rest of the Winter.
4 hours of painting work at a friend’s house today felt good. More tomorrow. It eases my mind.
Late night walk. 5K of chilliness. Trying to counteract a giant but delicious burrito from Kmacho’s Restaurant & Cantina.
On my way to watch the Kansas Jayhawks play roundball against the West Virginia Mountaineers at Allen Fieldhouse in Lawrence, Kansas with the lady Joy Wickliffe Root of Olathe.
There are thousands of birds in the tree stand across from my house this morning. The sound they make together is like water flowing in a brook. Above them a small flock of geese circles, looking for a place to … the rest “Aviators”