The Day - Karma, Magic and the Calling

I woke up to a text message from my sister that she and Mom were returning from the ER. Mom's got venous insufficiency and the collateral problems that go with, such as stasis ulcers. What the hell is that? Right?

We live in the information age, so I looked up the information, which is both fascinating and unnecessary for me to detail here. The short of it is, due to lack of movement, mostly, the valves that keep the blood from returning to the veins and backing them up don't close and the result is varicose veins, spider veins and the stuff Mom is dealing with now. Since I'm not going to be training at Temple on Tuesdays, I might as well go up and work with my Mom.

Okay, so then I got up and did the morning stretch, weighed in and was happy with it and went to the YMCA. When ever I pump iron I call it lift therapy because it literally helps me relax, I get a good pump and it's a healthy habit - as far as I'm concerned. I seem to be heading back into the vanity stage, well at least today,, when everything was about moving weights instead of myself. I did sneak in a few pushups.

My aerobics era is effectively coming to an end, so I'm interested in seeing if I continue it on my own or if I transition back into being more of a weight lifter. Something I noticed about group fitness that's been confirmed by many who've taken my classes, is that the exercises we do seem to go better in a group setting. Those who've shared with me told me they don't do what we do in class at home. Truth is, I don't either... not much. I am confident, however, that I will keep training, conditioning and doing some sort of exercise - I'm addicted, and my thoughts keep telling me if I don't continue, I will deteriorate. Heck of a motivation, huh?

By the time I sat down to peck this out I was feeling super hyped; too hype to do chores.. I just want to wander around the house and drink tea. There were some thoughts I needed to get out of my head. This is... not so much a vault as... well... not as secret as a diary... but a place where I put things I want to remember. Yeah. The place where my memories are stored has unlimited space, but the access process tends to get a bit slow at times. We can go into that theory later - if I remember.

Okay, head cleared.

One last item. I told myself if one more person suggested I get a Winnebago and travel around the country, I was going to set up a Go Fund Me page and see if I can get society to fund someone else's fantasy for me. So... (I thought I'd find a pic online, but this was the closest I could come up with.)

I don't think I'd need much more than this...

If I find a more suitable model, I'll post it up.

This model emerged just days later.. best so far.