Welcome to the first post of GOMA™ (Getting Off My Ass) and re-start walking regularly. I have two participants: Andrea in Germany (twitter @inkovator) and LA in NYC. So far. We are encouraging each other to stay on track with 20 minutes of brisk walking per day (at minimum) and documenting some sort of proof that we did it. Continue reading “GOMA™ aka exercise by walking”
A couple of days ago my boot-camp lady sent an email advising us that she was finally able to secure a permit to hold outdoor classes at nearby parks. 😃
There are a few changes: bring your own yoga mat, maximum 10 people per class, distanced stations to circuit through, etc.
She will sanitize the equipment (weights, rope, balls etc) before, during and after.
It’s exciting…but, I’m hesitating.
If you were given the option to pay taxes, would you? Continue reading “About masks: freedom, choice, and hearing loss”
Of all the things to cook on a hot day, I decided today I needed to make bone broth.
I like a good quality stock. It is so versatile and goes beyond soups. When I run out I sorely miss it.
I ran out a few weeks ago.
The flavour, the healthful properties, everything is improved in homemade stocks and broths. Right? I can also control the amount of salt. Most store-bought broths are way too heavily salted for my taste.
Continuation of A surprise adventure (part 1)
By the time I returned from the other side of the neighbourhood with the kidnapped dog at about 9:15 am, my house smelled like bacon.
Then I saw the teenager at the table eating breakfast. My eyes almost fell out of my head… 😄
He’s up! At what he calls the crack of dawn!
Let this be a lesson to you:
Bacon wakes the dead. And, apparently, teenage boys too. 😂
So last night I was planning my funeral. Continue reading “Drama filled day (and night)”
This morning I was awakened with a pat on the back and the word “cars” voiced into my semi-consciousness.
I picked up my phone to check the time: 7:15 am.
Last night ended in a relaxing, long bath. Because, yesterday, the whole day was kind of surreal.
Disclaimer: This post deteriorates from anecdotal to ranty. Sorry not sorry.
When I was 18 my dentist said I needed to have my wisdom teeth pulled.
So I went and the orthodontist pulled them.
He sent me home with a script for codeine, and my mom tucked me into bed to sleep it off.
When I woke up, I felt a momentary flash of panic.
Please excuse the poor quality of the pictures. My phone obviously needs its eye cleaned…
I don’t have much fresh stuff in the house anymore (it’s been 7 days we’ve been staying home) and I feel too uninspired to venture out so I created a new salad with what I still have on hand.
Clearly, I’m not social distancing from my fridge as per my previous post… (ha).