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How many highs and lows can you cram in one week? I don’t know, but last week fate did its best to break a record.

 

 

 

Riverwalk, Sanford, FL

Riverwalk, Sanford, FL

 

 

Hannah in Antique Shop

Hannah in Antique Shop

 

Haley & The Dragon

Haley & The Dragon

Saturday, I prowled the nooks and crannies of antique shops in Sanford, FL with my granddaughters and daughter-in-law and let the cool breezes blow on us on the Riverwalk on Lake Monroe. Downtown Sanford is right on the water. Its beautiful old main street has been gussied up with charming restaurants and shops and is a great place to spend the day. What history lessons the “antiques” provide! Try it sometime with your grands. They’ll meet the first I Pod (78 rpm record player), manual cash register with pop-up numbers, embroidered tea towels grandmas made and put in a hope chest for their trousseau, and school desks with ink wells. You picture them in fifty or sixty years showing their grands antique stores with unrecognizable items such as flat screen TV’s, I Pods, I Phones, ear buds, and select furniture from Rooms to Go.

 

Two mornings later I’m on the phone to 911 before 7 a.m. Why do they try to keep you hanging on the line until six strapling EMTs are in the middle of your bedroom? Does anybody know? I finally told the lady I had to hang up and get some clothes on, and I did – just in time. I guess they are used to staying in contact when the caller is in the closet and Freddie Kruger is gassing up his chainsaw. But I had more important things to do than chat. The guys and girls got my husband breathing in seconds. We were totally impressed with them. We spent the better part of the day in ER, but were allowed to go home with promises to return immediately if the pneumonia worsened. I’ve been afraid to take my clothes off all week, but Jerry is better. My friend Abbe says the blonde medicine is working. 🙂

 

Highs and lows pretty much pinged around like a piston election night. Without anyone to really support, you would think some of the thrill would go out of the election, but no. It’s in our blood. I would like to nominate John McCain for best concession speech EVER. I had forgotten how gracious politics could be in the old days. Thanks for bringing that back, John, if only for a few minutes.

 

 

Mountain to Mole Hill --Someday

Mountain to Mole Hill --Someday

Cooler weather today was my cue to begin making a mole hill out of the mountain of wood chips the tree people dumped in our side yard for free. So I started this morning. I soon began to glisten and my muscles hinted at how they will feel tomorrow. I stepped back to see what must be a greatly reduced pile, and hoped I had enough. Take a look at the picture. Perspective. It’s all in the perspective. Up close it seemed I had chiseled away the size of the Grand Canyon.  At least I don’t have to do my yoga today for exercise.

 

To cap the week off, I checked our 401K. Am I ready for next week? I don’t know. Perhaps I’ll adopt the phlosophy of my friend Bob Buckman: The lower our accounts go, the less we have to lose. 

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What did you do before with the time you now spend on the computer? My husband sprang that question on me the other day and now I’m springing it on you. I do spend hours at this screen every day. I’d never thought about what I was doing before with my time. So here is my list of things I have given up or spend less time on:

 

  • TV—That’s the activity that has suffered the most and I don’t miss it at all. As a matter of fact, when I try to find something to watch while relaxing I wear my thumb out channel surfing. TV has gotten worse. My time is better spent on the computer for sure.
  • Shopping—I had to dig to come up with this one. Surely I did more than watch TV before, and I did. This revelation surprised me. Shopping used to be an enjoyable sport to me. Now what I don’t order online I save up to buy in one trip as quickly as I can. When did that happen and why? Who knows, but I see the UPS man more than a store clerk now no doubt.
  • Finances—I wrote checks by hand, balanced my checkbook (sometimes) and subtracted until the money was gone. Now Quicken shows my finances at a glance, bills are paid online, bank accounts handled the same way. I’ve saved money and time in this instance, and best of all kicked the little voice from the FUKOWEE Indian tribe. If you read Kurt Vonnegut I won’t have to explain that last one.
  • Writing fiction—This is the one downer. I realize my writing urges are being too satisfied with this blog, leaving my serious writing over in a corner somewhere.  

 

That is it as far as I can tell. I still exercise (biking, walking and yoga) though no longer at a club. I certainly read as much as ever, if not more. And photography? I take way more pictures now. The instant gratification of seeing them on screen or printed immediately enhances that activity. Now that I have pinpointed the one area I need to attend to, I plan to do just that. Of course, that will mean more time here on the computer. It all comes back to Big Hal, doesn’t it? 

 

What have YOU thrown aside or slighted for your relationship with the computer? How has it affected your life? Perhaps you have thought about it; I hadn’t. If computer is as big a part of your life as mine I think you should. I would really like to hear your views.

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The Tomorrow Diet

Sorry I’ve been away, but my wonderful Texas niece paid us a visit and we have been showing her our real Florida. What do you do after entertaining? Diet, of course. My husband and I are on what we call “The Tomorrow Diet.” No, it’s not like the “I’m Starting Monday Diet.” We always eat according to South Beach rules, but last weeks paper touted a new method. You eat only 30% of your normal intake one day and anything you want the next. So tomorrow is always only a day away. The psychology of it is simple and brilliant. Who can’t wait one day to pig out? Who can’t get through ONE day of deprivation? I lost between 1 and 1 1/2 lbs. in a couple of days and my husband gained. This is starting to grow on me already. How many diets favor the female of the species? Today was deprivation day so I’m ready to chew the legs off the table, but tomorrow we can have roast lamb sandwiches left over from pig out day.

I’ll keep you posted if anyone is interested.

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boys4-07-0091.jpgThe yellow school light was flashing, the crossing guard stood ready in her bright orange vest. School children made their way home. Since a pause in life is mandatory at such times, why not observe whatever catches your eye? On previous days I have counted blonde children (very few), chosen the cutest, wondered about the tiniest. Yesterday their methods of conveyance began to fascinate as they whizzed or walked by.

Children in Seminole County, Florida, must walk if they live two miles or fewer from school. Many do just that, but many others have found creative travel methods to save shoe leather and get to that after school snack more quickly. In one short block paraded:

  • Bicycles
  • Skateboards
  • Trikkes
  • Waves
  • Heelys

You’ve run into Heelys before, (or they into you) probably at the grocery store. Heelys are ordinary looking athletic shoes with wheels that drop like landing gear. They are cool personified. I want a pair. Of course, bicycles are the old standby, but skateboards making a huge comeback. New versions like the wave, with only two caster-like wheels and a wasp like board, were new to me. The Trikke, a carving board is propelled as your body sways side to side. It looks like a scooter with a V facing forward. It certainly wins points for uniqueness and surely for working your obliques.

You who denigrate fitness of young people might try using any one of the above conveyances while balancing a bulging backpack just so. Their prowess was amazing to watch.

I don’t count the time waiting for kiddies to cross wasted at all. Grandmas need to know about these things. I’ve gotten as much mileage as I can out of Hannah Montana, online video games and Spiderman. Perhaps I’ll throw in a few comments about the wave next time I chat with the grands. That will be when my granddaughters come over and help me sign in with the Webkinz they gave me for my birthday. I understand I can go on a shopping spree for my little raccoon. It’s not enough to keep up with the latest news to sound erudite with your friends. We grandparents know there is a whole other world out there with its own vernacular and we’d best hit the books. Just don’t make me carry them in a backpack.

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beda70thbd-0051.jpgbeda70thbd-0041.jpgJack Jack LaLanne, my role model, on his 70th birthday swam 1.5 miles handcuffed and shackled while towing 70 boats with 70 people from Queen’s Way Bridge in the Long Beach Harbor to the Queen Mary.

I think I’ll pass, but on my 70th there should be something I can do to honor his influence in my life. So check out these pictures taken today of the pose I held for 70 seconds. It’s the best I could do, Jack.

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Look at them strutting around like bantam roosters at the Thanksgiving table, those little babies you made eat what was good for them. Well, now they are heads of their own families, thank you very much, and don’t have to listen to your table rules. No more tomatoes for them, never again. Oh, they had to eat them growing up or go without catsup. You reminded them catsup was also tomatoes, so if you don’t eat it in macaroni and beef and all the other dishes, no catsup for you. Ah, but they are kings and queens of their tables now and there are no tomatoes to be seen in their homes. They will never again drink your Kool Aid with only half the sugar called for. They will have the soft drinks denied them. And none of that healthful butter spread; only real butter for them. The list goes on and on. So much for feeding your children right.

Okay, they do still like sprouts like the ones you raised under the kitchen sink and they didn’t complain about the soybean sandwich spreads or wild onion you clipped from the yard. They loved the wild blackberries they picked for your cobblers. Your pumpkin bread is still a favorite. Even the roasted pumpkinseeds excite their taste buds.

A funny thing happened on their way to independence, though; they turned forty. Their mother can no longer rule their table, but their doctor can. They’ve kept fast food places in business for twenty years, and the piper must be paid. You’re sorry the truth of nutrition was announced to them in such a rude way, and that you didn’t get it across in the right manner, but are so glad they get it now and are adopting a healthy eating style. You know “you are what you eat.” You even know who said it first: Gaylord Hauser. His book has been in your kitchen for almost fifty years.

So here’s to the healthy next sixty years of your lives, Kids — except for this Thursday when we eat for the pure joy of eating. Happy Thanksgiving!

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Are you ready for another tip to help you sneak exercise into your everyday life? Here it comes. I’ve always said that if the doc gave me a year to live I’d take it in football time. Now I’ve put that philosophy to practical use. With football season on us it was either continue what I did during the first Colt’s game—snack away my nervous energy– or use it in a productive way. I vowed to spend part of game time lifting hand weights. This workout is in the planning process still, but already shows great promise. With no real time frame in mind, I started on biceps at the beginning of a quarter and continued with the whole upper body. Once my muscles begin to quiver I switched to abs, then a little yoga. Before I realized it I had moved through two fifteen minute quarters. I don’t have to tell you that comes to way more than thirty minutes especially if there is a lot of passing, and we’re talking Peyton Manning here. Such a deal! Maybe not as cool as that last year to live thing, but still beneficial.

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