Herself: I can only walk about 3 hours now….with repeated time outs in soft seats. The geezer has rented me a scooter so I can roll about the fair for 8 or 9 hours this year. No more being pushed in a wheel chair.
WW foods for the day: Breakfast and lunch were the usual leaving us 16 points. Dinner was a #23 at our local Cocina - once cheese enchilada and two soft chicken tacos. No sour cream. No cake at the meeting tho I snuck two bites of droppings from the baking pan.
Purelandmountain.com offers the latest news from Japan on days he isn’t fighting his local flora and fauna. Take a moment to watch the featured CNN interview, “THEY LIED TO US - Michio Kaku.” horrific news. This will be the grandaddy of all accidents, he tells us. Far, far, worse than Chernobyl.
- My skin is browning. I have to explain this to my doc when I go in for the yearly poking. One hour a day outside. In the morning fogs too. But I have a tan. I’m not supposed to as I now have 90 year old skin from too much sun. All those years of pushing sand and dirt around with a giant broom at an indoor pool left me running for the sun when I got off work. I loved to lay on the beach watching beach volleyball and oggling the lifeguards. They probably laughed at me behind my back, but I had some really good years at the beach.
- I’m thinking “lite” clothes for the day to go along with the lite sheets at night. Just the thought leaves me smiling.
- Finished rewriting the piece on Hitler’s “Strength Through Joy” workers cruise ships for the last class. Editing. Yes, I could make it better. Shortened sentences strengthened the piece. I was able to make the pictures fractionally bigger which enhanced the essay. The Nazi’s Strength Through Joy movement seems so surrealistic to me today.
- After the rather traumatic week with my camera, I’m hoping for a week when nothing happens beyond routine. Go to the gym, go to work, go to class…that sort of week. Lite. Lite food, lighter me…one can always have hope. Then again, there’s always the problem of lighter thinking. I don’t want that, do I?