Walked 14 miles this weekend – happy when I do this on the weekends

It is easy for me to exercise during the week — I do it first thing when I wake up, since I already have to be awake and to work early anyway, plus I walk to and from the bus stop.  But the weekends take more discipline since I don’t have to be awake and around, and what I really want to do is lay on my butt.  So the fact I walked 14 miles in and around town this weekend makes me feel happy.  Probably 5 miles of that was exercise, the rest was walking to errands. 

Walked 14 miles this weekend – happy when I do this on the weekends

Personal (nonpolitical) observation: What a strange world it must be to live in Mr. Trump’s head…

Am reading the NYT article about how Donald Trump countered a speech by Mr. Khan (whose Muslim son died for the US in 2004) and Trump seems unmoved.  With all sincerity, what a strange world it must be to live in Donald Trump’s head, where the specific purpose in life seems to be getting attention with no other consequence or purpose whatsoever. He seems completely impervious to public opinion, and when told he is wrong there is nothing that will convince him he is not right.  Honestly, I can’t imagine what that is like, or what runs through his head, and I don’t mean that as a criticism but as a genuine question.  The world must look very different to Donald Trump than it does to me, just as it looks different to spiders and dogs and sharks and birds and serial killers than it does to me.  It is fascinating, but honestly I wouldn’t want to spend one minute inside his head, just like I wouldn’t want to spend a minute in a fish’s head. 

We — the 99% of the word’s population — are allowing too many of the stubborn and self-centered 1% make decisions that imperil the 99% for the benefit of the 1%.  But such is true of most of human history.

Personal (nonpolitical) observation: What a strange world it must be to live in Mr. Trump’s head…

A lot of sirens and a helicopter at 4 AM

Last night, there must have been a dozen sirens that passed by over a 15 minute period, and at one point I heard a helicopter.  I always wonder what is happening in the few times a year I hear so many sirens at night, but it seems like it is maybe 1 in 20 times that it ever makes the news.  One time perhaps 15 years ago, there were like 20 sirens that pulled up 5 blocks away and a helicopter circled overhead, then two.  A few of us neighbors wandered out – what was happening?  Should we be locking our doors?  None of us knew.  We searched the internet, the TV, etc. – nothing.  After a little bit, the helicopters went away and everything was over.  We never heard anything about it again.  Crazy.   Thinking about this pulls up two other memories:

I love It’s A Disaster, where all the self-absorbed couples are completely oblivious to the million sirens outside their door.  I thought that was a funny movie, although Wife M and Daughter L didn’t think it was as funny as I did.

And I remember my classmate was severely burned by a housefire.  When my grandma heard the news of his accident she mentioned hearing all the sirens in the night.  Sometimes when I hear more than a few sirens at night, I remember that, and I think of my classmate, who died few weeks later from his injuries. And at those moments, I hope that everyone is okay.

A lot of sirens and a helicopter at 4 AM

Dreamed that I was unintentionally offending neighbor and later I went to a strange theme park

In my dream last night, for some reason I went down to see our neighbor M or perhaps I just bumped into her while outside.  She had family and friends with her, and I tried to make chitchat, but felt like I was saying the wrong things (unintentionally) that were potentially offensive, basically like those times when you say something and it comes out all wrong. I was with them for a little awhile, and suspected I was supposed to know who some of her family was, but didn’t remember and had to fake it.  I finally left, and fretted about it to wife M, who was busy prepping for something and briefly indicated I was probably just being paranoid.

The dream moved around, until I ended up at a theme park that I think was once a golf course.  It was a simple park, not unlike Knotts Berry Farm, which I remember as being slightly more spartan than say a Disneyland…  We were taking a final ride for the day, and there were a line of people waiting, and I was worried that some people were cutting (like when people are waiting for the bus and it always seems like it is the last people to arrive who simply walk by everyone to get on the but first as he bus arrives).  But it turned out that the train was half empty. I was with wife M and the kids but the kids were younger (school age), but then some moments my parents were also there.  I ended up sitting down next to a man who I thought was my dad but turned out to be a stranger, so I rose and moved over to sit next next to my dad and son.  I asked dad where wife M and daughter L were, and my dad said not to worry, they decided to go a little farther back on the train, and I felt a little offended that M hadn’t worked harder to sit next to me but at the same time I ralized it wasn’t that big of a deal.

The dreams weren’t quite as of a dark lighting as I’ve had – the light was more murky and muted, like on an overcast day, as opposed to the twilight I usually have.

Dreamed that I was unintentionally offending neighbor and later I went to a strange theme park

It has been 1208 days since I was told I’d survive – and I grateful for each one of them.

December 14, 2011 my pulmonologist was almost beaming with the news – my lungs were improving.  “It was 50-50 you’d improve,” he said.  There were some very difficult times in the months ahead – the post-prednisone exhaustion, post illness shock, medical bills, the realization I also had autoimmund disease, and the adjusting to the new less energetic me, but I am sooooo grateful, and I remember that every day.  Yesterday, walking in the warm sunny morning to work, I was really struck — for the millionth time — by how lucky I feel, and broke out into a happy silly grin while all about me people wondered if they were passing a mad man 🙂 

It has been 1208 days since I was told I’d survive – and I grateful for each one of them.

Got a mani/pedi today – I love getting mani and pedis

Got a mani and pedi today with Wife M and Daughter L today, and the first thing I’m doing when I get home is taking my shoes and socks off and revel in my clean feet.  My male friends have teased me at times about my mani/pedis, but I honestly don’t care what they think – I am comfortable enough in my masculinity and sexuality (and attractiveness) that I don’t need to explain myself to any men whatsoever, especially when it comes to pedicures 🙂   I truly love getting manis and pedis on several levels: it is nice to have clean nails, it feels great to walk around with scrubbed feet, it looks nice, my wife appreciates it and it is almost as relaxing as a massage.  I plop myself in a big leather chair, they give me a warm pillow and a cup of tea, I turn on the back massager, and they massage my shoulders and legs when they are done.  Pretty damn awesome.  It too my wife a few years to convince me to get a mani/pedi, and since my first one (Memorial Day weekend 2007) I’ve never looked back – to me, getting a mani and pedi is like a haircut, it’s something that you do every few weeks as part of staying groomed and looking nice.

Got a mani/pedi today – I love getting mani and pedis

It is a sad sad world when the actors of Sesame Street are laid off

Even the fictional world of Sesame Street is untouched by the ruthless hands of Corporate America!  According to The New Yorker, some of the origional actors of Sesame Street have been cut from the show.  My grandpa worked for the same company his entire life, and was taken care of by that company after he retired in his 60s with benefits and a pension that didn’t make him rich, but covered his bills.  Now, the founders of Sesame street are whacked.  Loyalty in a Nuetron Jack Welch America is a one way street.  To be honest, I don’t know the full story, but to me this isn’t about Sesame Street, it is about the continued trend of cutting human beings from the payroll after using up their best years.

http://www.newyorker.com/culture/sarah-larson/heres-to-bob-luis-gordon-and-the-sesame-street-grownups?mbid=nl_073016%20Daily%20Newsletter%20(1)&CNDID=42802877&spMailingID=9280546&spUserID=MTQ3OTA1OTUyMTQ5S0&spJobID=962432916&spReportId=OTYyNDMyOTE2S0

It is a sad sad world when the actors of Sesame Street are laid off