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I’m kind of an old person. I like to call it middle age but I’d have to live beyond 100 to be middle aged. The thing about old people is they don’t roll with punches without grumbling. Mostly. My walking … Continue reading
It’s important to know that I don’t like exercise. I hate it. I’ve never been a jock. I have played racket sports (badminton, tennis and racquetball) but not much else. Maybe the occasional bean bags but only at a picnic … Continue reading
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I could smell trouble was brewing. Routines were broken. Things were different but because all this happens before my first coffee, I was slow on the uptake. This doesn’t involve my super macho gym. It involves my walking group. I … Continue reading
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Last week was great for people watching. People who don’t work or don’t work the day shift are interesting, especially the men. People have shed their heavy winter coats (for the most part) so we get to see style (I … Continue reading
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This week has not had an auspicious start. I forgot to take out the turkey to defrost. Since it’s a small breast, it should be defrosted by Thursday. If not, there is plan B. There is a whole alphabet of … Continue reading
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You know you’re getting old when – the beloved husband lets you borrow his magnifying glasses to remove a splinter. I didn’t even know he had something so powerful. Getting re-acquainted — With my gym closing, I am in transition. … Continue reading
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My gym has been closed a day here and there lately so I’ve had to find other ways to exercise. (No, I’m not jogging out there in the cold. Or doing anything out there in the cold!) I hate treadmills … Continue reading
