Archive for September, 2014
some thoughts about time off
I just read that the Jewish year 5775 is the year of the Shemittah, the Sabbatical year when all loans are forgiven and people were supposed to desist from all field work. Think about that – that means that in a time when most people worked in agriculture, everyone had a year off. Or maybe […]
an unexpected poem happened by
This comes from a bunch of things. Elizabeth Goudge sent me to Rupert Brooke (and wow – I’d never seen that sonnet before. What a wallop it has!) which of course made me think of the end of his life, which got me curious enough to look up his American contemporary (born just 3 years […]
self-sabotage
The litter box bit me! Then I made it worse myself. At some point on Saturday I got a splinter from walking out on the wooden balcony barefoot. (In the lake house, we have real wood floors. They’re slippery enough that it’s fun to slide on them in socks – unfortunately there are enough rough […]
Three fitness trackers (compared in great detail)
Last Christmas, my big gift from Ted was a Fitbit Force. I liked it a lot; it fit my small-boned wrists reasonably well, was water-proof enough to wear while rowing, and displayed time of day, steps taken, distance covered, calories burned and flights of stairs climbed. It also could sync with my phone to show […]
who needs real clothes?
It makes me happy that everything I’m wearing today from the ankles up is crypto-sportsgear: non-itchy wool tunic and tights from a women’s sports store online, underwear from a local sporting-goods place. (I guess Under Armour takes the “under” part of their name seriously. Also, the less-bombproof sports bras are a lot more comfortable than […]
slightly less see-through
I’ve been feeling a little better, more connected, since my “cellophane” post last week – maybe I just needed to vent. Certainly the responses to the post helped, so thank you to those who commented, on WordPress and DW and LJ. Also, work has been busier – I’ve had a bunch of local in-person meetings […]
on goose poop and being Ms Cellophane
I have two injuries from last weekend. The scrape on my elbow from picking up a kayak seems like a reasonable one to have, even if I did scrape my left elbow while picking up the boat on my right side. The other injury, though, is much more ridiculous: I had a blister and then […]