Heh!

I hope the email finds you, and in the darkness binds you.

A Thought

While the only good Nazi is a dead Nazi, a murdered Nazi has the potential to be a martyr. That’s not a good thing.

Just Another Day in America

Gandolf

Since Thea Later Mann doesn’t allow sharing on her Facebook posts, I copied and pasted what she said about the latest shooting because it is so very much in need of being shared far and wide.

I posted this on a friend’s page and want it to rest here, too.
I am not sad he is gone, a gentler euphemism that maybe soothes my guilt over not feeling sad that he has died.
I am angry at the manner of his death.
I am angry that, for the majority of my career, I have had to herd children into sheltering positions or practice escape because we can’t figure out how to reduce gun violence.
And it happened again.
And it will happen again.
I am angry that it happens so frequently I caught myself sighing –SIGHING — because it happened again. “Just another day in America”.
I am angry because my students walk through weapons detectors that feel performative, not preventative.
I am angry
I am angry
I am so very tired of being angry.

Bragging!

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Resuming the Incremental Marathon

Just Keep Running

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a run. The last time was on March 2nd. I had been doing quite a bit of running, with only short breaks lasting 4 or 5 days. But then, towards the end of July, my left knee acted up – again. It got so bad that I had to wear a knee brace just to be able to walk. Thankfully, I only needed the brace for one day. However, since then, both my knee caps have been aching.

Before going on about that, I have to add that I was prescribed a new statin to battle high cholesterol around the same time. I do not do well with statins. They cause severe lower back pain to the point where I can’t straighten up. I worked with my cardiologist and was taking a non-statin medication, but my new insurance company won’t pay for it. Hence, resuming a statin in July.

That brings me back to my knees hurting. My lower back is also aching. I’ve learned a couple of things about statins. One, do not take them just before bed. And two, take them with food. Now, it doesn’t eliminate the pain statins cause, but it sure as hell reduces it. So, despite taking the statin at dinner time, I still have low-grade aches and pains.

The knees have been more problematic since I committed to taking the stairs at work instead of the elevator. That means four flights of steps, sometimes five. And with my heart medications causing a need to urinate, I end up taking the steps often. The closest bathroom to my office, located on the fifth floor, is on the second floor. Most days, it results in the iPhone’s fitness app recording 30 minutes of exercise daily. So, I have been getting my exercise by taking the stairs instead of going for a run.

Well, today, I went for a run. I didn’t do too badly either. For a 63-year-old, overweight, and out-of-shape man, I managed to get two miles in 30 minutes. Now, I have over four months of running stats on Strava, so I’m not going to attempt to catch up on posting. I’ll just start fresh. So, here is the latest run:

Proof, Proof! I Tell You

That I’m spoiled, and it sucks to be you!

All because Tina had it in her head that she wanted Thanksgiving Dinner early.

The Stand

I first read “The Stand” in 1978 or 1979, when we were living in the house across from what was then the High School. It was an old house that creaked and groaned with the slightest temperature changes. And as was my tendency, I couldn’t put a book down when it started to get good, which was pretty much right from the start with “The Stand.” Anyway, it was 3:00 AM. Stu Redman was trying to find his way out of the secret military/medical base that had imprisoned him because he hadn’t come down with the disease that wiped out 99% of the Earth’s population. He found a fire escape stairwell and was walking down when someone under the stairs grabbed his ankle. At that very moment, our house let loose a loud crack. Scared the shit right out of me. So much so, I got out of bed and checked the basement, where my bedroom was, to see if I was safe.

Why am I posting this? There are two situations in which you should not read a Stephen King novel. One is in a cabin in Maine, especially if the story takes place in a cabin in Maine, and the other is in the basement of an old, creepy house in the middle of the night. So, yes, I broke cardinal rule number two for reading a Stephen King novel.

I Made This

It’s for Tina. And it was delicious! And not just because she said so; I ate some of it, too!

I Don’t Want To

The Castle

Do I have to go to work? But I don’t want to go to work. Don’t make me go to work. Please don’t make me.

Love

Love by Guy Hall

Thy name is Tina

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