Posts with tag: lifestyle

Streak.

Persons's walking feet.
Photo by Olia Gozha

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.


4 hours of painting work at a friend’s house today felt good. More tomorrow. It eases my mind.


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.


In a couple of my recent posts containing new year messages and greetings, I signed up myself up for humility and kindness in 2020.

First test of that commitment? Well that would be today.

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War. Is it really so terrible?


Aviators

Photo by Gary Bending.

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”


Mr. Will Leathem has many friends and I am privileged to be one of them. A nice gathering of fine people tonight at the Parkville, Missouri American Legion for Pot Luck and caroling.


Invitation

I have a table lamp with a valence in the Tiffany style. The colored glass pieces are lit by a pair of warm yellow bulbs. The lamp sits in the window of my front room.

I try to remember to … the rest “Invitation”


Unintended ketosis. Now my breath tastes like toner. Acetone doesn’t really go with any foods I like.


I try to flush sparingly. As a result, I have flushes to give. I’m starting a voucher program. Let me know if you need extra flushes.


Apartment felt pretty empty after visiting with family on Thursday so I took my own advice and got out walking. Wind on the face. Stretching my hips. Felt a lot better afterwards.


In order to defeat Rocky Balboa, Clubber Lang trained in isolation, his focus and intensity fueled by years of stored up resentment and rage.

I too train in isolation with a similar intensity, but I am motivated by the promise of extra cheese on my black bean burrito at suppertime.


Big D

person walking down road
Photo by Tegan Mierle.

This time Big D doesn’t stand for Dan, it stands for the other thing.

It wasn’t until well into adulthood that I began to put all the clues together. By the time I was in my late thirties I knew … the rest “Big D”