Sunday, April 22, 2018

At The Gym

I walked into the gym Wednesday morning and saw something strange. A woman was on one of the ab machines and her headgear was flashing. At first I wondered if it was some kind of advanced machine measuring brainwaves during exercise.

When I got closer I realized it was flashing headphones with what looked like pointed ears or horns over  a coonskin hat.

That was the weirdest thing I've seen at at the gym by far.

I like to go to the gym in the morning. I dress at home--t-shirt and leggings or shorts--no make-up, hair pulled back. I check out what others wear. I'm amazed at all the women in full make-up with jangly jewelry. I envy coordinated workout outfits. Several people wear heavy sweatpants and sweatshirts. I don't know how they can stand wearing all those clothes during a workout. I even hate wearing jewelry at the gym. I see a lot of UConn shirts. I was pleased to see a man in a University of Delaware sweatshirt--it gave me a feeling of camaraderie.

I also check out what people carry. I have a cosmetic bag with tissues, keys, my gym tag, lip balm, notebook and pencil to track my workouts. (If I didn't keep track, I'd think I worked out more often than I actually did.)  Some women carry larger bags. One guy has an 8 by 10 notebook with detailed accounts of his workout, and he also has a package of Vitamin C drops.

One of my goals for the year is to hit the gym 150 times--roughly three times a week. My personal best was 103 visits in 2016. So far this year, I've gone 32 times. If I were on track, I would have 50 visits by the end of April. I can still achieve my goal, but it will take approximately 15 visits a month for the rest of the year. I'll just say that's unlikely.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Miscellaneous Tuesday Thoughts and Observations

It's tax day. Our accountant's secretary called at nine to say that they'd need a two-week extension to complete our return. It's mostly my fault; I didn't get them the materials until March 29. But they assured me as recently as last Thursday that taxes would be done today. So, annoying.

This year I'm also dealing with my mother's taxes. She misplaced one document, lost another, said she didn't get a third, didn't pay estimated taxes as directed. I found two documents, got another online. We'll figure it out from there.

I took my mother to the grocery store and bank today. We had lunch at her retirement community's bistro. The dining room no longer serves lunch. The bistro menu is shorter, but still has a good selection. Most importantly, the service is fairly efficient. It didn't take us one-and-a-half hours for lunch.

In our first visit the only dessert option was a sampler trio--three bites of different desserts--a macaroon, cheese cake and chocolate cake. Today we were given the option of a novelty ice cream. We got fudgesicles. Imagine my surprise to read on the label that they were genetically modified. Why would a fudgesicle be genetically modified? Maybe I don't want to know. At least the new flavor of Pretzel Crisps, Bacon Habanero, that I picked up at the grocery store were Non-GMO Project Verified.

On the way home from my mother's, I took Lola to the Norwalk River Valley Trail. She didn't finish the trail, but turned around before the end. She did the same with Jeff on Sunday. Wonder if that means anything.

It was a cold walk.The 70-degree days of Friday and Saturday are long gone.

The Mets bullpen imploded in the eighth inning last night, wasting a great start by Jacob deGrom. As I write this the Mets are down 5-2 to the Nationals and I'm depressed. At least Gary, Keith and Ron haven't pulled out the baseball cards tonight. They're probably too cold, even bundled up in their winter coats and gloves.

Jeff's mom fell on Saturday night. It's nothing serious, but she'll need to stay in the health center for a few days.

Tiring, frustrating day. I'd like to sleep until it warms up again.

Sunday, April 15, 2018

The Mets Are Back!

I was wrong last night; the Mets lost. But they turned it around today and beat the Brewers 3-2, on Wilmer Flores' walk-off home run--the Mets' first of the season.

The Mets record is 12-2, the best in the National League, second only in the majors to the Red Sox who have a 13-2 record.

I relish the fact that the Mets are six games up on the Nationals.I hated how everyone counted the Mets out.

It may be early, but I believe.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Book Six: The Elegance of the Hedgehog

Interesting title.

I read this book on the recommendation of my sister-in-law. I believe my other sister-in-law and mother-in-law also read this.

I struggled through the book. There are two narrators--both are determined to hide their intellect, but feel superior to their neighbors in the hotel particulier.

I hated Paloma--the 12-year-old narrator--at first. She's a pretentious shit who knows so much more than anyone else that she plans to kill herself at age 13. Later I softened towards her.

Then there's Renee. A childhood trauma made her disguise herself into what she thinks others expect of a concierge. She was sympathetic, but annoying.

I didn't like the book at first. I gave myself 100 pages.Then I figured I should wait to the appearance of the Japanese man mentioned in the overleaf. At one point, I put the book down due to the glorification of grammar, especially the comma. Now I like grammar; I teach grammar, but the book was too much.

I kept going because I liked some things--the discussions about tea stands out.

I finished the book Friday morning, and cried at the end.

Am I glad I read it? I'd say yes, though my feelings are still mixed.

Enjoy It While You Can

Yesterday and today were beautiful. Yesterday was sunny in the mid 70's, and we enjoyed a dog park Friday. Today was a bit cooler but sunny. After I tutored, Jeff, Lola and I met for an al fresco lunch at Sedona Tap House. Jeff had already taken Lola to the Norwalk River Valley Trail. After lunch all three of us went to Schenck's Island.

The good weather won't last. Already the temps have dropped about 20 degrees and are predicted to drop another 10 degrees tonight.

That leads me to the Mets. Last night I heard someone--a Yankees fan--at the dog park say wait until July 13th (before looking at the Mets record.) Last week a Mets fan help up a sign "Mets 161-1." That's a fun thought, but obviously can't happen. But the Mets 11-1 start can't be ignored. The Nats are 5.5 games back. At a minimum, the Mets have a cushion against their rivals.

As I write this, the Mets are down 4-1 in the 6th inning against the Milwaukee Brewers. I don't believe this is the end. I believe the Mets will find a way to win.

But one day, they won't. I'll enjoy this streak as long as I can. 

Rolling, rolling, rolling

The Mets won again last night beating the Milwaukee Brewers 6-5.

This extends the winning streak to nine; the overall 11-1 record is the best in the majors.

The Mets are the first NYC team to start a season with an 11-1 record since the 1955 Dodgers.

Closer Jeurys Familia earned his seventh save in 12 games.


Friday, April 13, 2018

Another DPF

This one was much nicer than the first of the year. Today temps were in the mid-70's, and we had eight people show up. Lola and I met a lemon beagle puppy who had a spot on her head reminiscent of our beloved Spike.

Sorry I didn't get a photo of seven-month-old Autumn. We did get to see another beagle Daisy.

It started to get a bit chilly, so we left around 7:30. Before we left, I got a beautiful photo of the evening sky.