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Yes, 30 day wonder. As in, I wonder what happened to the last 30 days? Actually, it’s been five weeks and change since my last entry, but I can account for one of those weeks. It’s interesting, and yet at times frustrating, how time can seem to move so quickly, while moving ever so slowly in the same moment of time.
During the last week of my vacation, a friend called, saying that she was having computer problems. So I offered to go over, and take a look. Little did I realize at the time, but this would turn into a week long battle. Man vs. Machine. What at first appeared to be a single issue, eventually became several issues requiring fixing. Apparently, the Universe decided that since I was on vacation, it was only fair that my Stubborn gene got to come out, and play as well. *chuckle* And he played H-A-R-D. But I’ll save that fun for another entry.
As for two of the Clan O’Kitties, Shorty and Nixie are continuing to do well. Shorty has had no new episodes of unnatural limb twisting, and Nixie received a clean bill of health in regards to her recent kidney infection (Not related to the recent Menu Foods pet food recall). It’s hard to believe that Nixie is indeed 19 years old, and yet still acts like a much younger kitty. But I appreciate every day that she refuses to act her age. : )
During a span of three or four nights last week, I became the book wedged between two furry bookends, while trying to sleep. Beser up tight against my chest, and Nixie against my back. Now I’ll be the first to admit that I’m one of the biggest softies there is, when it comes to critters. A fact that my Better Half will readily, and whole heartedly agree with. If they’re sleeping, I do my damnedest not to disturb them. Sometimes, it looks like I’m playing a one man game of Twister, limbs stretched out in every position imaginable, as I try to work around them, without disturbing them.
But when one is wedged in, in such a manner, what is one to do? Well, I can’t roll over, because at least one of them would be disturbed. And we can’t have that! So I’ve had to learn a new way to roll over in bed. I now have to do a “Lift, Spin, and Settle”. Are they spoiled? You betcha. But I am their staff, and I know my place. *chuckle*
I wish I could say that my softness is limited to just the Clan O’Kitties, but I’m just as bad with other people’s critters as well. The other night, I unexpectedly ended up staying at my girlfriend’s for the night. Knowing that I’m on the warm side, she told me that if I got too warm, to just throw the covers off. Sounds simple, right? Nope. Not quite so simple. I ended up being the book in the middle again. *sigh* My Better Half to one side, her 90 pound Chocolate Lab on the other. With him laying on top of the covers, there was no way I was tossing any covers anywhere. It was difficult enough, just trying to do a “Lift, Spin, and Settle”. Not willing to disturb either, I set myself on ‘bake’, and finally fell back asleep.
Many people would say, “Bah! Just move them!” But why would I want to disturb those who bring so much happiness into my life? I would rather take comfort in my own discomfort. It makes no difference whether they are human, or furry. Both are given equal consideration, and standing.
On the weightlifting front, things have been entertaining, frustrating, and sore. Two weeks ago, we/I started a new workout routine that I had put together. My friend was out sick the first week, so it was just me. As I mentioned previously, if I can get him to swear at me for the exercises that I find, I take it as a very high compliment. : ) Well, I did so well this time, I was even swearing at myself! LOL
I must be getting better, because when I came home from work Wednesday night/early Thursday morning, there was a message from him on the answering machine. Just to tell me how sore he was, and hoping that I was happy. Why yes, yes I was. *BIG grin*
At my last entry, I weighed 159 pounds, and am now sitting at 163 pounds. My numbers haven’t really changed measurement wise, though I am seeing progress. There is more muscular definition in my arms and legs. The volume of fat cells over my biceps has lessened. The “tapioca under plastic wrap” feeling has left my stomach, and the remaining fat there is now just ‘squishy’. My Better Half recently commented that my love handles are disappearing, so that’s a positive sign. : ) The real sign of progress will come when the fat around the small of my back starts to shrink. That seems to be the last place where fatty deposits start to shrink on me.
Now that spring has arrived, the increased physical activity should aid in my endeavors. There’s yard work to be done, and insulation to be laid in the attic. An attic where a person can not stand up to full height. Not even I, at a vertically challenged 64 inches. I’ll be glad when I finish that fun!
What? You made it this far, without falling asleep? You deserve a break! Grab your favorite tea or drink, take a look at the world outside your window, and take a moment to appreciate all of the beauty, both big and small, that life has to offer. Until next time. Right now, I have to go swear for a bit. A radio station that I listened to online took off the Dr. Demento show, and now I have to find another station that carries it. *sigh* And just when life was gettin' good! *chuckle*
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