Today was cooler walking, and I think I walked about 2 miles. That's about right for 45-50 minutes. Lots of dog walkers out today, and one dog in a baby stroller. She was taken out of the stroller by her "mom", and was no doubt the fattest dachshund I have ever seen! Her belly was only a fraction of an inch off the ground! I suppose she could have been very pregnant, but I've seen pregnant dogs, and they look a bit different.
Another lovely Scottie dog was being walked by a "dog sitter", and I began to think maybe I could hire myself out as a dog walker! I'll think more on that.
For some reason, I remembered all the lyrics to a nonsense song that my ex used to sing to the kids:
"The horses run around, their feet are on the ground,
Who'll wind the clock when I'm away, away?
Go get the axe, there's a hair on baby's chest,
Oh, a boy's best friend is his mother, his mother.
Peekin' through a knot hole, on father's wooden leg,
Who put the shore so near the ocean, the ocean?
A snake's belt always slips because he has no hips.
The onion is a husky vegetable, ta-bull."
There are variations on the lyrics, but those are the ones that John sang, and today was the first time I have remembered them in order. Walking must be good!
March 5, 2011
March 3, 2011
Hello Again, Muse!
I felt a brief but satisfying glimpse of my muse today while out for a walk, and many random thoughts passed through my cobwebby head. You can either indulge me and read on, or go on about your business, for this undoubtedly involves a bit of navel gazing.
I have retired from the job I'd held for over 11 years. There were several factors involved, not the least of which is that I'll turn 70 in October and I'm at the point where I'd like to not work full time. Whether I'm up to part time is yet to be determined, but I've not actively searched the options.
Never have a deluded myself about my personality type (aside from the Meyers-Briggs pronouncement that I'm a ENFP); I am not merely a B personality, I'm more like a B-. That's a little better than a C, which I consider a total couch potato, one beyond redemption, and God bless them, because they keep Doritos in business. I don't sit in front of the TV during the day, or at night, come to that, but I confess to being a computer junkie. Email, Facebook, Spider Solitaire, Googling all manner of things.
But I am a night person, just as my mother was. I like to sleep late and go to bed late. This is not conducive to normal working hours in America, and I always said that getting up was the hardest thing I did every day. But lots of things can be done at night time. Organizing one's desk, files, bookcases, for example, or cleaning bathrooms. OK, that takes care of maybe two nights a month...hmmm, what else? Well, reading of course; night time is the best time to read. Why waste daylight hours with your nose inside a book? Besides, the glare of the sun can be rather bothersome!
Oh, just get on with it, please!
Today is the loveliest day in weeks in San Jose; sunny sky, close to 70 degrees, so I thought today would be a good day to start my 2011 resolution: a daily walk! Several years ago, I'd walk nearly every day, at least an hour if from home, and half that during my lunch hour at work. I felt great! Rejuvenated, thinner, healthy, mentally alert, etc.! I stopped because of a really painful neuroma in my right foot, and never quite got back in the habit. I bought an iPod so that I could listen to books while I walked, but I realized that as much as I enjoyed the iPod, it wasn't right for walking. I walk on a creek trail near my house, and I enjoy the sounds of the birds, the sometimes rushing water on its journey to San Francisco Bay, and I get to hear the warnings of cyclists, lest they run into me. It has occurred to me that the best place for iPod indulgence is while driving the car. Good during a long commute or a long drive, especially once you're out of range of the nearest NPR station!
So, I'm going to make this public, so I have all of you to answer to, but even more important, I have myself to account to. Today was the first day back to a regular routine of walking. Half an hour today, and upwards from here. Walking is a time to meditate, to experience the sights and sounds around you, even if it's skyscrapers, airplanes, sirens, or jackhammers. It's a time to review whatever your head needs to review. It's spring cleaning for the mental and physical cobwebs.
Stay tuned, if you dare. My muse is bound to make more appearances as I walk more.
I have retired from the job I'd held for over 11 years. There were several factors involved, not the least of which is that I'll turn 70 in October and I'm at the point where I'd like to not work full time. Whether I'm up to part time is yet to be determined, but I've not actively searched the options.
Never have a deluded myself about my personality type (aside from the Meyers-Briggs pronouncement that I'm a ENFP); I am not merely a B personality, I'm more like a B-. That's a little better than a C, which I consider a total couch potato, one beyond redemption, and God bless them, because they keep Doritos in business. I don't sit in front of the TV during the day, or at night, come to that, but I confess to being a computer junkie. Email, Facebook, Spider Solitaire, Googling all manner of things.
But I am a night person, just as my mother was. I like to sleep late and go to bed late. This is not conducive to normal working hours in America, and I always said that getting up was the hardest thing I did every day. But lots of things can be done at night time. Organizing one's desk, files, bookcases, for example, or cleaning bathrooms. OK, that takes care of maybe two nights a month...hmmm, what else? Well, reading of course; night time is the best time to read. Why waste daylight hours with your nose inside a book? Besides, the glare of the sun can be rather bothersome!
Oh, just get on with it, please!
Today is the loveliest day in weeks in San Jose; sunny sky, close to 70 degrees, so I thought today would be a good day to start my 2011 resolution: a daily walk! Several years ago, I'd walk nearly every day, at least an hour if from home, and half that during my lunch hour at work. I felt great! Rejuvenated, thinner, healthy, mentally alert, etc.! I stopped because of a really painful neuroma in my right foot, and never quite got back in the habit. I bought an iPod so that I could listen to books while I walked, but I realized that as much as I enjoyed the iPod, it wasn't right for walking. I walk on a creek trail near my house, and I enjoy the sounds of the birds, the sometimes rushing water on its journey to San Francisco Bay, and I get to hear the warnings of cyclists, lest they run into me. It has occurred to me that the best place for iPod indulgence is while driving the car. Good during a long commute or a long drive, especially once you're out of range of the nearest NPR station!
So, I'm going to make this public, so I have all of you to answer to, but even more important, I have myself to account to. Today was the first day back to a regular routine of walking. Half an hour today, and upwards from here. Walking is a time to meditate, to experience the sights and sounds around you, even if it's skyscrapers, airplanes, sirens, or jackhammers. It's a time to review whatever your head needs to review. It's spring cleaning for the mental and physical cobwebs.
Stay tuned, if you dare. My muse is bound to make more appearances as I walk more.
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