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”
I waver back and forth between a house in the country (mainly his wish, and my daughter’s) and a small minimalist (aka empty and void of all nonessential clutter) place in/near the city with access to this, that and the other*.
What is the answer? Continue reading “Will nature calm disquietude and restlessness?”
I bought a new pair of pants today. Continue reading “A blog post about numbers: 2 and 8”
My left leg hurts.
I can barely walk.
It’s the upper thigh location. Searing pain, as if I pulled a muscle.
But I haven’t done anything other than sitting.
Maybe it’s all the sitting… Continue reading “A nothing post”
Disclaimer: I understand that many/most people have bigger fish to fry while the world is falling apart than to sit and contemplate this vanity-induced post here, so if you do comment, please be kind (but still honest) – I have no qualms blocking anyone if you attack or put down someone’s opinion on my blog.
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Once upon a time when I was young and stupid, I dated some people I shouldn’t have.
Recently, I reflected on some comments one of them made, that have me irked. (sorry not sorry)
Here’s one that surfaced today: Continue reading “Letting (her/yourself) go”
At least I’m reclined outside in the sunshine. And, I’m directing, vocally across the hallway into the kitchen, my tween girl’s cheesecake baking efforts. 🍰
THIS is the reason to have children. 😀 Continue reading “Current state: cake-less and reclined”
I have begun the arduous climb out of the abyss I fell into this week.
A lot has been going on here, none of which is very interesting, but it did include a self-indulgent pity party in which I wallowed, and slept, almost continuously for several days.
Sorry (not sorry) you weren’t invited.
I wonder if Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) was invented by moms and dads who were raising small children among an ever-expanding sea of tiny, plastic toys… Continue reading “Obsessive compulsion”
This morning started with a bang.