A very blustery day...

I awoke this morning to the sound of strong winds. I thought the storms had passed but I guess not. Outside, it felt a lot cooler so I guess the winds marked the passage of the cold front. On the trip to Mobile, I got no exercise other than strolling around the Gardens. Once home, I didn't get to do any because Bev was puny on Saturday, so I had to take care of David and all. Sunday she pretty much was the same. Besides, it was Easter and it stormed pretty much all day.

This morning I was back in the gym. I rode a strong ride on the spinning bike this morning. Perhaps I can get away some afternoon this week for more exercise.

Effigy of Grief

Effigies are used in grieving by providing a tangible representation of what has been lost, allowing a mourner to connect with who or what they've lost , which can help with the process of acceptance and emotional expression, particularly when the loss is sudden or traumatic; they can be used to focus grief and memories around a physical likeness, offering a sense of continued presence even in their absence

Altras

So I've gotten around to buying those Altra Zero Drop running shoes and have begun the transition program to get used to them. My only problem so far has been that sore gluteus muscle I got from the scooter falling on me. But I've managed two days of running and will continue to extend my distance until I get up to something near the training program for the Half Marathon. I don't know if Joe has signed us up for the run or not.

Spock

Spock is my favorite character in all fiction. A character who bridged the gap between two worlds and faced disdain from each. Who strove for excellence and exemplified strength, character, intelligence, and control. His nearly emotionless demeanor was a perfect foil for those who would attempt to intimidate or insult him. It was a style I would endeavor to imitate to thwart those attempting to insult, demean, or scare me in my own young life. I bought this little figure to remind me to guard against letting my defenses down and allowing emotional hurt to strike me. But I doubt my recollection of Spock will work for me again. It was the last gift from my past. Perhaps I will find another reservoir of strength.

diddlee

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