Not “resolve” exactly… Not really…

Not resolutions.  It’s more like leaning into the wind.  And a cold fucking wind at that, at this particular moment…  Things on my mind.  Some things that must be dealt with over the next several months…

Books:  “i’m sorry, it’s not you, it’s me”.  i say this nearly every night, to the lonely foot-high stack of bound paper resting at my bedside.  i slyly avert my eyes from the smaller stack that sits beside my comfy chair in the living room.  But this must change.  i’ve nearly completed “The Omnivore’s Dilemma“, which is important reading for anyone who eats. 

Rather than launch directly into “In Defense of Food” (Pollan’s second book, which helps you deal with the problems uncovered in his previous book), i’ve vowed to beat through Dr. James Hansen’s “Storms of My Grandchildren” to get a bead on the science of climate change.  Gonna have to bust this up with some good porn erotica or i’ll be cutting myself by spring…

Body:  Fairly religious in my use of “fitday” last year, i knocked off almost 40 pounds.  But i’m still about 20 pounds short of my goal – which isn’t a weight goal, as much as a body fat* goal.  There is a personal trainer in my near future.  i hate it, and i’ll never be “done”.  Nor will i give up bacon, booze or chocolate.  But onward…

Balance:  i took ‘fucking off’ to an entirely new level last year.  While i need to do something professionally useful, i fully intend to continue my quest to “fart around” as much as possible – But NOW?  With focus and skills development!  Planning a ski trip in February – under the gentle guidance of two professional ski instructors!  Starting “Stress & Rescue” SCUBA classes this week.  Rosetta Stone French is glaring at me from the end table.  Oh, and i never did finish updating my bedroom** when i moved into the new place…  Planning to make new linens.  Yes.  That means “sew”.  Can’t be that hard.  It’s just a bunch of rectangles and squares, right? 

Bed:  My mother is still living on a bed in my niece’s living room – no end in sight.  This is bullshit for all involved.  The war games are underway, and i’ll be infiltrating the Trailer Park this weekend to get the pieces in motion.  And likely come home with a snootful of mildew and cat dander… Mom’s 82.  To say she’s at the “Two Minute Warning” is optimistic.  She deserves a better quality of life than a ward bed in a trailer park flophouse…

Seriously.  These are not resolutions.  i haven’t made a resolution in decades.  Just some thoughts as i lean into the frigid wind.  Suppose it could be worse…. i could be that*** blogger…

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* Due to breast cancer in 2006, when i hit menopause in a few years, i shall go through it without hormone supplements – Commando!  Rather than go to an armored “Menstrual Hut” for three years, i’m going to hit it with everything i’ve got.  Which means muscle.  The best way to weather it is to be strong and lean.  In 2006, i skipped the hormonal chemo, and committed to lose fat.  i’m late.  Should have been there a couple years ago…

** Got the comfy reading chair and fluffy bed.  Need new linens, a dresser, to hang a few items on the walls.  And install the ‘coffee bar’.  Always wanted a coffee bar in my fucking bedroom.  i’m THAT lazy…

*** My blogdaddy.  He’s been working on his graduate studies, amongst other things.  So now he writes about the weather.  But he writes eloquently about it, doesn’t he?