Being ancient requires constant acceptance and adaptation.
In my case, adaptation means no outdoor aerobic exercise when it is hot.
I could walk my one-mile route around the inside of the building a couple of times and run up a few flights of stairs.
But what fun would that be?
So I hopped on the bus and went to Pentagon City.
Cost: $1.10.
Got in a couple miles of mall walking in air-conditioned splendor.
Spent nothing.
Then back on the bus and back to The Asylum.
Cost: $0.00.
Because $1.10 buys two hours of bus riding.
That is not interesting.
Not even to me.
But it is part of my plan going forward.
Every week:
— Attend one Asylum event in person. Not on Zoom.
— Get at least two miles away from The Asylum.
The grocery store, Target, the bank, Trader Joe’s — those do not count.
They are all too close.
If I can walk there, I did not really go anywhere.
This is all based on one disturbing possibility:
What if I live as long as my neighbor Sy, who will soon be 101?
That is another eighteen years sitting in my comfy chair drinking coffee and watching clouds.
Kind of scary.
So. It doesn’t matter if I am interested in the Asylum Event or if I want to escape from the Asylum. Just do something to stave off becoming a potted plant.
Update on the headless lady:
