How Sad a Passage

COUNTESS "This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that 'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work." -Act I scene i, All's Well that Ends Well.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Is it Friday already?

Hilarious recollection of Fenster quotes here on York Street, looking out at the Sheraton where the Salsa congress is kicking off.  So far so good through this professional health check I suppose, but we shall await the final results before concluding that...  Then the holiday can really begin.

Since the bod-pod analysis not all that winning, with overly high body fat ratios.  But nothing wrong with a high baseline, eh?  194 certainly on the high side, so fix that for next time.  "Do you do any physical fitness?  Are you thinking of starting?"  Haha, the body apparently responds well to 30-60 minutes a day.  I suppose starting at 7 is a minimum requirement.

Wash your hands a minimum of 5 times a day as well?  And always use the air and never touch the seat pocket in front of you and wipe the arms of the chair?  And no hot coffee??  That's a strange one.  Then Wanda reiterating Mom's advice about juice and carbs and booze and Vitamin D (!)  Need a trip down South, clearly..  Plus fish oil.  EPA (1000 mg)

Some fat shaming walk in Venus correctional comments on the other perspective, so it is the median you are striving for.  But that still requires more than the  non-efforts this far.  And fair enough.

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Saturday, a day of rest, and sickness, and the long way down, and Scotland over Georgia, and Rexall Drug store near the LCBO on Bay Street and Rona, was it?  Never to be forgotten, how many years after the  Royal York.  Embarrassing and then forgotten and then moving on and then , I guess we shall see.  It should be like breathing.  Ha.

Now at the $62 salsa concert and all-night dance after.  I do love this music.  And of course the randomness of it all.  So many people.  How we choose to spend our time.  And, for some reason, finding joy in the thought that none of these people will be at the Bills game tomorrow.

Living life, right?  Right.  Whatever is excellent.  More later, as always.  You can see why no reason is the most solid reason of all to end it.  But to laugh is to live and to see is to experience and to dare is to do and to ...  Feel, really feel the trumpet being played over a speaker.  And the answer back to that fear is that how amazing would it be to have another thousand lives, so why and how throw away one?  So much to write, why the isolated opportunities and motivations to do so?  Fix it.

Have a good night..