random list of facts, thoughts, and the like
A few years ago I learned Chicago has a turtle club. Maybe more than one, but for the purposes of this note, one is all I need. The turtle club members had an open house (of sorts) which is how I had the opportunity to meet many turtles. It was a fun day. I thank my friend for bringing that memory back to my forefront.
Have I mentioned that my daughter is a culinary student? I am her official
guinea pig taster. It has been fun and interesting.
Fun aside, I really have to ramp up my m-o-v-e-m-e-n-t regime. Again. And continuing.
Somewhere I read the question, "what are your biggest pet peeves?" I didn't answer there but will answer here: folks clipping their nails in public. Skeeves me right the frack out. Folks mentioned flossing in public and while that is icky, I don't have nearly as much of a gross out reaction to that.
My brother (the younger) is moving to Georgia in two weeks. He told me two weeks ago. It is fitting.
Seventeen. Why is seventeen stuck in my head?
Marriage. Marriage has been banging around the gray matter of late. Mostly I've been thinking I'll never (again) get to a point where I'll be in a marrying state of mind. I have lived alone (save for my son and daughter) since the beginning of the new millennium. I don't know IF I can live with another person in that kind of relationship and as I've never lived with a woman . . .
It is, at the moment, a thought too huge to embrace. Still, I am enthralled that the country is inching toward equality in the marriage arena.
Speaking of m-o-v-e-m-e-n-t, I want to take a Zumba class with the local park district. But I'm concerned that the age for the regular classes begin at 15. It's weird. They have a program called ACTIVE ADULTS for adults 50 plus. But they don't have a class for the same group, exclusively. Weirder: Zumba JR. Kids (Ages 4--6) Zumba Kids (Age 7--11) Zumba (Ages 15 & Up) . . You see that? What about ages 12--14? No Zumba for them.
Some of the songs on the (new) Michael Jackson album are creepy.
I considered growing my hair out (with designs on braids and beads or locks) and let my haircut cycle stretch from every two weeks to . . . well, now. Which wound up being about four weeks. The. HAIR. had. TO. GO!! I may revisit the idea, but have to figure out a way to survive the awkward stage where it must be combed but still too short to braid. Plus, I must be realistic; my fingers may be losing the nimbleness needed to braid well.
10,000 steps (at least) a day. Twice in the last seven days. The goal for the next seven, twice that.