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February 28, 2005

euphoria

Today has just been a huge relief. By lunch, I had the magazine all roughed in, good enough for public consumption, and good enough for my coworkers to look at. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, but I felt all floaty, all happy, all day.

I'm sure having a two hour block of pilates (ouch. Ouch. Ouch. How could this hurt so much?) and weightlifting (all weights at 90#—some exercises were fine at that weight, others, umm, not so good) and hamstring exercises, which still continue to kick my butt, didn't hurt. I do love how exercise takes me out of my linear mind, and into something else entirely (the chatty mind? the monkey mind?).

One of my hamstring exercises is not getting any better. It's the Around the World, where you basically are balancing on one foot while hurking the other around. Sure, that sound easy, I can hear you saying it now. Well, try it with your eyes closed. With all the gains in balance that I've made in the last couple months, I still can't manage to stand more than about 7 seconds on one foot with my eyes closed.

So I spent the afternoon tweaking the magazine, then this evening we went to LOW BBQ again (!!!!) Sweetie wanted to pick up some BBQ for our friends who own a restaurant in town, so we did, with some for us, and then headed to said restaurant. Yum. It was great to hang out at both LOW and our friends' place—both places just felt so comfortable, like being surrounded by friends. Now I sit here, burping up the smokey brisket goodness, and I am so happy.

This will all pass. Tomorrow I'll wake up and it'll be just another day. But today, today is golden, and I gotta enjoy this while it's here.

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Thanks for all the comments on the last entry. I love our back porch. It's about a year old. When I bought this place 11 (oh my gosh!) years ago, it had a ramshackle back porch in place which seemed like a good way to hurt yourself. I continued to patch it and patch it until last year when my sweetie decided to indulge me and get the back porch rebuilt. And I love it.

My family is from Northern Michigan, where people in older houses hang out in glassed-in porches and people in newer houses sit in garages, with the garage door open. The house I bought with my ex had a screened-in back porch, which was our designated smoking room (and since everyone in the house but me smoked, we spent a lot of time out there).

I don't know why a porch resonates so for me, but it does. I like to bundle up and go sit outside, but not exposed; no, on a porch. So I was thrilled to go work on the backporch, especially with the antics of the animals close at hand.

Echo is a whippet; he's about hip high, and about 35#. He's a fast little dog, but not good for distances—a walk of 2 miles will tire him out but good. I'm crazy about whippets—they are quiet and catlike and lazy, and I just like the way they look. I like the rest of the sighthound family too, but greys are too big for my little house, and iggies (Italian Greyhounds) tend to be too anxious. Echo is a strange little neurotic dog; in spite of the reputation, whippets aren't generally neurotic, but Echo had an injury as a pup and didn't get socialized, so some "normal" things like riding in the car and meeting other dogs can be too much. But, he is sweet and loving, and he likes to make sure no stray cats are on the property. He doesn't really know what to make of cats in general, but he recognizes that the three indoor cats and the one outdoor cat are in charge, and he is happy to obey their every whim. What's not to love?

Posted at February 28, 2005

Comments

Posted by: Samuel John Klein at February 28, 2005 11:44 PM

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