We went to the Salmonier Nature Park on Sunday, under the principal that if a family is going to be sick and miserable, they may as well do it outside. (John drove, which might give you an indication of how rotten I was feeling, as he hates to drive on the weekends and I love…
Author: VickyTH
athlete * powerlifter * photographer * gardener *
Sick, ug.
I am not a good patient. In fact, I've never really understood the word, "patient" as applied to the ill. As a mood descriptor, it's highly inaccurate (have you ever met a contented-to-wait sick person?) and as a proscriptive noun, it still lacks a little something. Sit still and wait? While my nose is running…
Conversations….
John: Man, I'm tired. Me: Bed, then, I think. John: I need a think. Me: That sounds like a Dr. Seuss story… I need a think that drinks pink ink. (pause) Me: Isn't there actually a story with pink ink and a think? John: It's a yink! Me: Who likes to think and drink pink…
Weekend wanderings
Last week was a brutish week. Nasty and brutish. Not short, though. Never liked Hobbes anyway. This week promises more of the same, if not worse. The weekend, however, had an unexpected sunny Sunday in it, a Sunday on which we discovered that Katherine can now handle a 4km hike without difficulty. We headed for…
Humiliation pays
Last night, I discovered that at least some portion of what I say actually makes it past the fuzz and into his head. Pursuant to the Marital Advisory Notice posted some time ago, I was duly notified at midnight that there remained only two coffee filters; enough for the morning's pot and my mid-day brew….
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 