First One And Then The Other

Where the wild things are

going next

(photo from facebook’s New Orleans fan site)

Brian leaves Sunday for a Human Resources Convention in New Orleans. On Monday I fly in (it was cheaper). We’re staying in the French Quarter. We will be in the New Orleans’ Vieux Carré for five days. I have EVERY breakfast, lunch and dinner planned and a few more places to try if we get hungry.

Expect a lot of food shots on my page on facebook (you DO fb DON’T you?)

I feel like I am going to heaven. 9 years in Adrian and months of attempting a healthy diet leaves me MUCH to think about. You can imagine why I am obsessing about FOOD!

Please try to follow us on facebook and on blogger for the next few days, I will try to blog between meals.

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--- David

At "Work"

Home . . .

. . . like me, a work in progress

Project, project, project. When you live in an old house you get used to the endless nature of the list. Lately, well, since last October, I’ve become this “old house”. Along with the weeding, the planting, the new this and the fix that, I’ve made it to the list. I can avoid it no longer. I too need work and lots of it.

This week along with watching what I consume (no longer allowing myself limitless quantities of whatever), improving my general comportment, getting this so called physique to the “Y”, having various follicles trimmed, I will finally be having a colonoscopy.

Also, in early July, I will finally be going into get my hernia prone torso patched up again (3 done, 3 to go). Yes, the current alien bulge on my stomach will not be allowed to explode into a scurrying dining hall visitor but will be physically forced back to isolation. While in there the doc promises to try and also repair a new 2nd emergence of another newer and smaller stomach protrusion and yet another one “elsewhere”. This time I will be experiencing the ol’ laparoscopic AND the older conventional razor sharp scalpel.

On July 9th, I will be laid up AGAIN while I mend. Best wishes, silent prayer, flowers, cards, small gifts and cookies will AGAIN be happily accepted, but this time at home SWEET home.

This time I promise to recover more quickly.

- - - David

A bit of a hike

  

The aptly named Wellness Park, Tacheva and Miraleste, Palm Springs

  

Quite a month. An end to the long long winter. A month of blazing white sun and aqua pool oases of Palm Springs. A Beginning. 

M-F, every morning, Miss Rubi, the motelier's driver (OK, Ruby) has driven me and then picked me up at the Stroke Center.  Stationary Bike: 15mins, Arm Pedal: 10 mins, 50 reps on the Crunch machine, 60 on the Leg machine, stretch out on the Pulleys and remember to do the blocked Calf Stretch. Workout total: usually One Hour. Believe it or not: For me that was quite the workout. I pressed myself. I was good for little else that day. (Not that I am usually any good at all for anything, but . . .)

No Tram, no Art Museum, no architectural tours, sometimes dinner, sometimes a card game, always a little ironing. Things were simple. 

Today for the first time I got it in my head to walk to the Stroke Recovery Center.  I was up at 4 something, so I had lots of time for getting dressed, coffee, papers, waiting.  At 8:30, I slipped out and headed south.  I had a hat, sunglasses, drinking water and had googled directions and put the turns into my iPhone.  A bit much?  Yes, but I didn't want to get in any inexcusable trouble.  I could imagine my sister calling me in the hospital. "You did what?" she would say. Brian would be standing one side of the bed, Ruby on the other, no one would be smiling. 

I wanted some insurance that nothing stupid would happen.

Nothing did.  I made it .5 mile down Palm Canyon to Tachevah. I made it another .4 mile to the park. Across the intersection from the Desert Regional Hospital there is "Wellness" Park. 

A new looking, beautifully planted, all ability friendly park with 5 or so exercise stations right up my alley. So I did the circuit, passing on the sit-ups, and was walking like a pre-stroker. Then Ruby called. I'd been found. I had time to snap a few more pictures on my iPhone and walk a few blocks closer to the Center where i said my thankful misty good-byes. I told them what I thought about the fabulous park, that I had done my exercising and that I hoped I'd be back.

I do plan to come back. Lighter, quicker, stronger.  Someday soon I'll be ready for a REAL vacation. 

Wanna come?

- - - David