Procrastination

This has been quite a year.  I am certainly gaining a better understanding of my own mortality.  I guess I always thought things could get better, but now I don't see that as a certainty.  Physically, I am seeing the end approaching, and will fight any way I can.  I have been to two aquacize classes in the heated pool at Seven Oaks and think they are wonderful.  The heated pool makes all of the difference.  But after each class, I have come home, slept for an hour and then spent the rest of the day with increased pain.  I am determined to keep going with this, but had a rough night, am facing another class this morning.  I see that the wind chill is -51 degrees, and can barely manage to type this, my hands are so sore.  Maybe my next trip over there will be Thursday--along with the 500 other people who have joined  in an effort to keep resolutions.  My new bathing suit is a hoot.  It consists of a pair of shorts and a separate top with a full "skirt" and quite supportive built-in bra.  When I move the skirt tends to balloon up around my shoulders, and thoroughly get in the way.  I'm sure no-one can see anything under the water, but, non-the-less, I'm glad the built-in bra is black. and not see-through!  When I think about the whole process, I come to realize that maybe the effort of getting dressed and out of the house may be the most important part of the whole concept.

David is blowing a lot of snow.  He says we have as much now as we did all of last winter.  There hasn't been a really good plowing done, and the streets, even the main ones, are rutted and very, very slippery.  Many accidents.  When we ventured out yesterday, there was a half-ton truck sitting on top of a snow bank facing the wrong way on Munroe a couple of houses down, and closer to home, the street was littered with vehicle parts.  It must have been quite a night.  There is a "down to pavement" clean-up scheduled for later this week--a new budget year, you understand.

Beth, I'm glad to hear that you have some closure regarding the dog.  I could feel the depth of your distress, reading your blog about it.

Well, I think I have procrastinated enough that getting out to a aquacize class is no longer realistic.  We haven't been out for New Year's Eve in over 20 years, but David is determined to head out tonight.  Mind you he wants to eat supper at home first.  I think I would be just as happy staying home and playing poker, as we've done the past few years, but my bankroll is now down almost $70,000, in play money.  It took me almost 2 years to accumulate that amount, and I want it back!

Have a great evening, sleep well, and relax tomorrow.  May life only get better over the next 12 months.