Notes

One of the nice things about having a blog, and even more about having one with a limited readership, is that you can write about things that are really, really dull without the concern that perhaps you are boring your readers. Mine expect little -- oh, look, no typos! Well, no MAJOR typos....-- for which I am grateful. And every so often, I get the most interesting responses. In fact, there are times that I think that the responses are the best part.

I have taken the first minor step for this exercise program. The woman whom I'm hiring to do it asked me to document my goals, meds, resting heart rate, weight, and foods eaten for several days. I just sent her off the email. Assuming she doesn't conclude that no amount of money is worth this, we'll see what happens next. At least some of the stuff will happen here at the house; there's also the possibility of doing some stuff at a local gym which has a very relaxed attitude -- they explicitly do not allow members who are what my wife and I call 'grunt buddies'.

Daughter wants a saber (no, not a real one) for color guard. We say practice your rifle spins -- remember how tense you got last year when you weren't selected to be in the entire show? No, she denied, she wasn't tense. Ah-hah. Guess crying on the way home doesn't count. We said practice for two weeks solid, and we'll get the saber. She wants it NOW. Not gonna happen. At least, not that way.

We've found my mother on our minds recently. Not overwhelmingly, just -- missing her a bit.

Damn cat is walking on the keyboard again. Last week she learned what happens if she steps on the power button.

Raining again. Oh, joy