Posts Categorized: Health

Starting with a clean(ing) slate

The new year is still a month away, but there’s no reason not to start now on wiping the slate clean. Or, in this case, starting with a clean(ing) slate. I’m not a big believer in coincidence. I think life is just life, acting either randomly or quixotically, depending on your romantic bent. “Coincidence” is… Read more »

Bracing myself for more pain

Some things pass from reality and memory swiftly. Others linger like a dank smell that you can’t locate. Sadly, I’m here to talk about the bad smell type and why I’m bracing myself for more pain. Two Halloween’s ago, I damaged myself setting up my (then) new idea of a Dead Thing Pen. I thought… Read more »

Feet don’t fail me now

Newsflash! Getting to the end of the post at the beginning – my feet didn’t fail me at all. In fact, unlike Snoopy, my feet were asking for more! Post the bloated Thanksgiving dinner, I definitely needed to do something about my roly-poly feeling. Cue a reasonably warm morning (70) and some rain clouds that… Read more »

The day after the day after

The day after Halloween always presents a challenge for me. Unlike Christmas, the decorations don’t feel right sitting up after that one night is over. I mean, sure, reindeer and snowmen look good for a whole winter, but how long do people want to see skeletons and ghosts? So I tend to commit myself to… Read more »

Again or still?

What is it about BBQ’s in general and Halloween in particular that makes them so dangerous to me? Okay, I kinda know the answer to both, but somehow that’s no consolation. Tackling the first part…er…first, the BBQ parties I throw, though only twice a year, usually create all kinds of damage to my body. Sometimes,… Read more »

And that’s why I shouldn’t go on roofs

Heights and I have a complicated relationship. We get along best when we’re apart. I’ve always been afraid of allowing us to get too close. When I’m in an airplane, staring out a reinforced window at the ground thousands of miles below, we are most in love. When I stand above a tall abyss, say… Read more »

There’s more than humidity in the South Florida air

Okay, I’ll admit it, I’m a little scurred. I think I’d be stupid not to be. This house is old. Not Jackie Gleason 60’s old, but pre-Hurricane Andrew 80’s old. That means pre-tougher building codes. My house layout has the back side of the house facing east. That whole side is basically sliding glass doors… Read more »

Observations in the cone of uncertainty

Some random observations over the last 24 hours on South Florida, people and Hurricane Irma… – On the way to the first week of bowling league last night, I witnessed the heading-home-from-work traffic turn into the I-need-to-get-gas backup at one of the highest priced gas stations locally. Panic and lack of preparedness know no savings…. Read more »