This picture is for you Trude. There is sand, grass and a couple of benches – so sit a while.
Found my legs feeling happy enough to make it up to Honls this morning. In year’s past I made it at least that far 5 days a week. Not so this year. But, my new regimen of ibuprofen – to hell with potential cardio/GI issues – along with judicious yoga – no more trying to keep up with the kids and swimming… Well, this program seems to be doing some good. I am no longer Googling motorized wheelchairs. Or wondering if I am going to have to get a car.
Now isn’t that a strange thing for an old person to be worried about: being forced to get a car!
Made two purchases today. I got some swim goggles that actually fit me – hence they work. I took them for a little test swim today. And, I found a swimsuit at the thrift shop that still had original tags for $1.50. It is ugly as sin. But, it will always be under a wetsuit or rash guard. And, it covers up all the parts that must be covered. So, it is great.
I will try to force myself to swim in the chlorinated indoor Asylum pool. If the choice is between swimming 30 minutes a day or not being able to walk – it should be a no-brainer.
Well, it is almost dinner time and I hear my Xmas feast of grilled cheese and Guinness calling me.
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On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen, Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.