We're all sick in the house. Started with my mother-in-law, I got it next, now my wife is working on coming down with the acute symptoms. Tho there ain't no way in hell "cute" out to be anywhere near a description of what happens when this thing takes hold. Picture the Mr. Creosote scene from Monty Python's The Meaning of Life, and imagine the same type of thing happening along the Southern passage (if you catch my meaning). At the same time. By the way, if you're unfamiliar with Mr. Creosote, don't click the link if you tend towards queasiness. The Wikipedia page for Mr. Creosote states, "It has been suggested that the scene is one of the most repulsive in twentieth-century cinema." You've been warned.
Fortunately, the worst of it only seems to last for about a day. Not even a full day, in my case, and that was yesterday. I'm on the way to recovery, but by no means there yet. M-I-L came down with it 4 days ago, and still gets a little distressed by eating anything other than the softest solid foods.
It's been, and will continue to be, quite a fun few days.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Yoga
My wife and I started a yoga class through our school district's Adult Community Ed program. (Actually, the class started last Thursday. The weather was bad, and the Community Ed hotline said all classes were cancelled. This class - which is not run at the Comm Ed building, but at a local gym which was open for business - was held as normal [except that several of us who are signed by through Ed, not through the gym, were not there]. But that, like the proposed-but-never-built 103rd floor of the Empire State Building, is another story.)
Guess what? My body's not stretchy. This is a class for beginners. In theory, the other people have maybe one class' worth of experience more than me. Didn't seem like that tonight, tho. I felt about as poseable one of those little green Army men, in a room full of Stretch Armstrongs. I think (hope) that it didn't help that I worked out, as I normally do, after work - did 35 minutes plus cooldown on the stair machine - then went straight to yoga, trying to bend and balance on legs I had just put through a different exertion. I'll have to work out earlier on Thursdays while I'm in this class, I guess.
But I know it's not all that. Several of my muscles just are not well stretched. Yet. That, of course, is the whole purpose of the class. I think it might take more than 10 sessions, tho. I don't think the purpose of yoga is, for example, to have a different vertebra pop each time I go into the upward-facing dog pose. Ow.
Guess what? My body's not stretchy. This is a class for beginners. In theory, the other people have maybe one class' worth of experience more than me. Didn't seem like that tonight, tho. I felt about as poseable one of those little green Army men, in a room full of Stretch Armstrongs. I think (hope) that it didn't help that I worked out, as I normally do, after work - did 35 minutes plus cooldown on the stair machine - then went straight to yoga, trying to bend and balance on legs I had just put through a different exertion. I'll have to work out earlier on Thursdays while I'm in this class, I guess.
But I know it's not all that. Several of my muscles just are not well stretched. Yet. That, of course, is the whole purpose of the class. I think it might take more than 10 sessions, tho. I don't think the purpose of yoga is, for example, to have a different vertebra pop each time I go into the upward-facing dog pose. Ow.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Tagged
Wow. Have I seriously not blogged for 2 whole months (plus)? I'd love to take this opportunity to provide a good reason, but I really don't have one. Just got lazy, then it snowballed.
Anyway, I got tagged on this blog, and thus am charged with providing you with 16 random facts about myself.
1. There was a time in my life when the one thing that really wanted to be when I grew up was the play-by-play broadcaster for the Philadelphia Flyers.
2. My mother considered naming me Emmett. I would have preferred if she had.
3. I once served 2 Filet-o-Fish sandwiches to a man who now has a baseball stadium named after him.
4. I did not sleep at all for the 26 or so hours it took my friend and me to drive straight-through from Wilmington, Delaware to Houston, Texas.
5. I attended the highest-scoring playoff game in National Football League history.
6. I have watched the sun come up over the Atlantic Ocean and set over the Pacific Ocean.
7. More than 10% of the songs in my mp3 player right now are by The Beatles, and that is not counting post-Beatles solo work.
8. I think I probably would have made a good detective.
9. At any point in time, I tend to have 3 or 4 books that I'm in the process of reading.
10. I once (unsuccessfully) tried to convince some of my Catholic school classmates that teachers who weren't priests or nuns were called "lay teachers" because they're allowed to have sex.
11. I don't know for sure, but I think it's likely that I have - over the whole course of my life - spent more time than do most people imagining what it would be like if I were confined to a wheelchair, or if I lost a limb.
12. As recently as, like, a year ago, I honestly would not have thought that the U.S. would elect a black President in my lifetime.
13. For reasons I really don't understand, I am very bad about keeping in touch with the people I care about.
14. Sometimes, I think the fictional character I most closely resemble is Walter Mitty - and I have more than 2 hours alone in the car every day I go to work.
15. I once dreamed that I met Lionel Ritchie.
16. I firmly believe that my humor is under appreciated.
If you blog, you're now tagged.
Anyway, I got tagged on this blog, and thus am charged with providing you with 16 random facts about myself.
1. There was a time in my life when the one thing that really wanted to be when I grew up was the play-by-play broadcaster for the Philadelphia Flyers.
2. My mother considered naming me Emmett. I would have preferred if she had.
3. I once served 2 Filet-o-Fish sandwiches to a man who now has a baseball stadium named after him.
4. I did not sleep at all for the 26 or so hours it took my friend and me to drive straight-through from Wilmington, Delaware to Houston, Texas.
5. I attended the highest-scoring playoff game in National Football League history.
6. I have watched the sun come up over the Atlantic Ocean and set over the Pacific Ocean.
7. More than 10% of the songs in my mp3 player right now are by The Beatles, and that is not counting post-Beatles solo work.
8. I think I probably would have made a good detective.
9. At any point in time, I tend to have 3 or 4 books that I'm in the process of reading.
10. I once (unsuccessfully) tried to convince some of my Catholic school classmates that teachers who weren't priests or nuns were called "lay teachers" because they're allowed to have sex.
11. I don't know for sure, but I think it's likely that I have - over the whole course of my life - spent more time than do most people imagining what it would be like if I were confined to a wheelchair, or if I lost a limb.
12. As recently as, like, a year ago, I honestly would not have thought that the U.S. would elect a black President in my lifetime.
13. For reasons I really don't understand, I am very bad about keeping in touch with the people I care about.
14. Sometimes, I think the fictional character I most closely resemble is Walter Mitty - and I have more than 2 hours alone in the car every day I go to work.
15. I once dreamed that I met Lionel Ritchie.
16. I firmly believe that my humor is under appreciated.
If you blog, you're now tagged.
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