Posted on 02/01/2012 3:44:24 PM PST by chrismac
Yes, Ash (that’s “Ashdown,” officially) has a coat. We use it for her walks when it’s really cold. If the walk-er needs a coat, the walk-ee needs a coat!
Jake will go prowling again if he’s let out, as soon as he gets all the rolling-on-the-cement done. He’s never had any problems before the recent incident, so we’re not going to try to keep him in forever - just until his injury is a little better healed.
“An oven mitt?” A good suggestion! Will do if I can’t find my ski gloves. (Never actually got to go skiing—all trips were cancelled secondary to lack of snow, the boat broke, the boat captain broke his collar bone, etc. Finally figured that the Creator didn’t think skiing was a good idea so gave up.)
“Fence nearly complete.” How many do you need to finish?
Oops—please excuse. For some reason, I thought Ash was Ashley.
Poor Stig! Hope he feels better soon.
I’m slipping more than usual, NnB. I enjoyed above “Book” poem!
You can enjoy many forms of sensible exercise and recreation well into old age ... if you avoid skiing.
Ash’s feelings won’t be hurt. Nobody would think of “Ashdown” on their own. Apparently she was no great shakes as a racer, so she’s probably happy to forget about her professional career while enjoying her Queen of the House retirement.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t Vlad born on jj_fate’s back? Seems to me we were paving him over pretty good when Vlad made his appearance.
I need to get something done today, even if it’s wrong. I can see lots to do, but no interest in doing any of it. Maybe I’ll go to bed early...like right after noon...or not.
*sheesh*
(I need a life!)
Vlad’s the first Undead Baby (although James was our first FR baby), but I think he was born in Bride of the Undead Thread. It was during our first spaceflight; Bob could probably find it in his links.
***
Vlad, Usurper!
Vlad, usurper, slurping up,
Existence from his hidden cup,
To spring forth, welcomed by the throng,
Who worried about what could go wrong.
And here we see him, well-prepared,
To meet his audience, and be shared.
He seems to accept the focused light,
With equanimity, which is right,
For is he not of noble birth?
The first child born above the Earth,
As travel takes him on a path,
Of upward spirals, (Do the math!)
We shall watch, and bide the hours,
‘Til the child displays his powers,
His iron fist so velvet-gloved,
Because he has been so well loved.
NicknamedBob . . . February 25, 2006
It’s funny—when I was a mom with minor child, never did anything risky. After offspring left the nest, I started doing things like whitewater rafting, etc., but skiing was definitely not in my future. Weird how things turn out. Even my cross-country skiing lessons were cancelled.
Great poem—UT is such a place of joy for me!
‘Face, maybe you need a nap. How long do you usually sleep if you turn in early? Ben Franklin used to say something about a nap making two days out of one. (Or maybe it was another fella.)
In my former employment as “Tax-chick” (State and Municipal Premium Tax and Regulatory Compliance Specialist) at a large insurance company, my duties included reading mortality and morbidity studies, on behalf of actuaries who didn’t have time. (”TC, come to the staff meeting and explain the tobacco-marker studies to so-and-so.”)
One of the studies found that a person engaging in recreational winter skiing for four years had the same risk of serious injury as a person playing four years of NCAA college football. Would you get on the football field with Florida State and University of Tennessee? Of course not! And if you want to be able to walk when you’re 70, you don’t want to be skiing when you’re 60!
Did you include cross-country? That seemed somewhat less dangerous than downhill.
No, it was downhill skiing. Cross-country skiing injuries are sprained ankles, a few bruises, and the occasional heart attack if the participant is out of shape.
With Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, there is no such thing as “feeling rested or refreshed” after a sleep of up to 12 hours. Worse, I have no stamina, so some days, getting out of bed is as good as it gets.
Other days, I can walk to Walmart, but each thing I do must be followed by a few days to a week of down-time.
Naps don’t come easy, even so.
I usually head for bed after 1500, but I will read until 1800 or 1900. If I stay awake any longer than that, I’m so wired I will have insomnia for three nights or more. It’s the nature of the beast.
Actually, there was a more likely possibility that I would be disabled or injured at my job. When I became fragile, I gave away the bicycle, the punching bag, the skateboard, the rollerblades—no sense asking for trouble. Held onto the ice skates for sentimental reasons.
Now, I read and cook. Today, we’re having a variety of crispy fresh veggies marinated in balsamic vinaigrette, and I’m indulging in temptation (fudge cut into candy-bar sizes and frozen for future chocolate emergencies.) Chicken in ramen noodles later. Avocado in balsamic vinaigrette for evening snack. Maybe the skiing is less risky....
See you later!
And the occasional gun-shot wound, depending on which country you're skiing into, or skiing away from.
Does anyone ever recover to any degree? I worked with two people w/CFS, and they became shadows of their former selves. I lost track of them, so I never found out if they felt better as time went on.
I have a pair of ice skates that my son’s ex-girl friend gave me several years ago, and if I ever get to a point when I feel good and creative at the same time, I will paint them a la Mary Engelbriet and hang them on my front door for Christmas.
And then there are those unfinished felt Christmas projects I keep running across...
Thank you for first explosive lol of the day!
Sounds delicious. We’ll be having whatever they offer at the Cub Scouts awards celebration. Cakes made by small boys, for one thing ...
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