Monday, February 25, 2008
The D&C posting began, so we'll see what happens there. They said my mugshot might appear in the paper, and Sunday it did, on 2a. Sheesh. Got a few comments from people I know, and I apologized for the ugliness. Heh heh. Still haven't decided if I am going to bury this, we'll see. Have to paint the kitchen this week, and that should be fun.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
The kids have the week off from school, and it's pretty maddening. One just wants to play video games all the time, the other wants to play outside. Since that never works too well, both offer up that they are bored, and there is nothing to do. And those phrases echo in my head, almost an instictive howl from every boy that's ever lived. And of course, when an option is offered up, say, hey, let's go bowling, one wants to, the other doesn't. Only a few more days to go though, and then I am on my own, lucky enough to paint the kitchen.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
The good news is, I saw a ridiculously low number for a resting heart rate, 63, which, in my fat addled case, is rather good news. The not so good news is that the scale seems to have parked itself for a while, what's known as a plateau in weight loss circles. But I take note of the former, since continued success along these lines means I can rid myself of the stupid hypertension drugs should I stay the course. And I would guess that good news as far as the heart is concerned, particularly around valentines day, is better than a pound or two shaved off my svelte physique. Soon it will be warmer around here, and I can get on the bike and motor about for more varied and longer workouts, so that's something to look forward to. . .
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Worked out this morning, upping the weight on the leg circuit. Went skating this afternoon. Tonight, I should be in a lot of pain. I can feel everything starting to stiffen up. With any luck, I can get up real early and shovel the snow that's supposed to pile up tonight. Woo fecking hoo.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
So today I met with the guy at Pittsford Nautilus, and he showed me a bunch of leg exercises. At the time, it didn't feel too bad, although by late afternoon, I could be doing an impression of Roosevelt at Warm Springs. Funny thing is, when I look in the mirror, That's what I see (arrow points to the right). Maybe I never should have put that poster up there, because if a real mirror was there, I'd see a horrendous gut. But the pounds are going, if slowly and steadily. By my birthday, with any luck, I'll have shed 20 pounds.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
So today began the beginning of a 3 month relationship I will have with Pittsford Nautilus. They had a coupon on their web site for a discounted rate, so I took advantage of it and enrolled. Today I used my new friend the rowing machine, and before I crinkle and fall apart this afternoon, I figured I'd post about it. I wish I had one of these machines in the basement, as it is much more fun and more of a workout than the treadmill. In any event, I go back tomorrow for a bit of a directed workout, and then hopefully, I can go every day until I am as thin as Kate Moss or whichever of those models looked like a heroin waif. I can feel the muscles locking up as I type, so time to go get some advil in the system.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Well, a while back I had my good friend and studio wizard Dave Anderson at Saxon Recording transfer some old mixing board tapes to digital. These were tapes of the Presstones, mostly recorded at Scorgies, during the early 80's. I made copies and sent them off to all the band members, Pete, Tony, John, & Scott, and then got a letter from Scott (who lives out of town) talking about a reunion. So, feeling like the guy from VH1 show "Bands Reunited," I fired off e-mails about the possibility of getting together sometime this summer. Happily, everyone said yes, and so it looks like the Presstones could rise from the ashes at some point this summer and perform.
Here's a clip from the old days . . . .
Here's a clip from the old days . . . .