My muse insists on a few vacations every year — one for sure during the winter doldrums. I suspect she is in the islands at a pool bar with a drink in one hand and sweet talking a sailor for later. (Hey, what happens in the islands, stays in the islands.)
In the meantime I’m on my own.
Today was gym day. I’ve been going there for 2-1/2 years and the clientele turns over with some regularity. At the time I go, most are retirees but not all. Bald heads, gray hair and knobby legs threaded with blue blood vessels are par for the course.
There are a few originals but many have fallen off the wagon. Maybe they go somewhere else. Maybe they don’t exercise anymore. Maybe they are dead. (RIP. I wonder if their tombstone reads “I told you exercise wasn’t good for you!)
The guy who screamed at the air and the TV (and occasionally fellow exercisers) is gone. Not sure what his deal was but I don’t miss him.
Crazy lady who thinks all old white women (like me) look alike (yes, she’s old and white too) is in Florida for the winter. I’d love to do that except for the 20 hour drive with four cats. That’s too long to go without a cat fix. Not sure any sane person would rent to me either.
After a long absence, the middle-aged Asian woman at the gym is back. She has an accent but I’m not sure where she comes from. Her name is Terry. I love when people who are obviously not born here have American names. If I moved to another country, would I adopt a name that the locals can easily pronounce? Maybe there would be a compromise. (How do you say cat lady in Chinese? Or maybe goddess of the cats.)
Lots of illness going on and it’s not just the flu. A friend had a 48 hour something or other (probably a virus) that went through her family like gangbusters. To love is to share.
Today is hump day. If you work, it signals the midway point in the work week. If you are retired, it’s means diddly-squat. I plan to have a delightful diddly-squat day!