Sunday Spo-bits

First: I sent out the tarot readings; if you didn’t get yours, please contact me at urspo@yahoo.com.

NOTE: There were FOUR ANONYMOUS Spo-fans who requested readings and I do not have your email addresses to tell you! If you are one of these four – please contact me!

This also goes for: SUZANNE; D IN TEXAS; J; JENNIFER. Email me please!

Hey! I did it! I walked the OK today! My lower back and lack of sleep were both shouting at 6AM not to get up and go stand in the cold (50s), but I did. The usual coarse where we’ve been training since August is flat; today’s track was literally uphill to Squaw Peak*. Good thing I practiced walking in my neighborhood that has some incline or I wouldn’t have made it. To my surprise I did this with 17 minute miles. This isn’t a good rate. Indeed! I was one of the last over the finish line. But in my defense this is better than when I started trainining in August. Then I did 20 minute miles while huffing and puffing. I should be pleased as Punch with my industry. Hopefully all this walking leads to a longer life – or at least a healthier one. I can focus now in the gym on strength and balance. It’s good not to fall over.

Last night prior to attending the symphony I stopped by our favorite watering hole for a couple of cocktails**. The bartender upon seeing me lit up like she had run into an old friend; her emotions seemed genuine. When I paid the bill I thanked her for taking good care of me as always. She told me the house manager (the dear!) told her when she was hired to take good care of those two fellows whenever they show as they are special. Well! It’s nice to be thought of that way.

I have relatively open afternoon. While the washer machine goes allegro non troppo with the bed things and the Harper poopy-towels I can catch up with blogs and do my language lessons.

Book report: I am almost done with ‘War and Peace’ which has taken as long as the 10K training and is also uphill all the way. After nearly 800 pages of Russian shenanigans I hope Mr. Tolstoy ties everything up in a nice bow. This year I’ve read Moby Dick, War and Peace, Frankenstein, and I am still slogging through “An American Tragedy”, which is as long as War and Peace minus its charms. The next reads are going to have little if any merit to them other than they should be fun.

Perhaps blogging, reading, laundry, etc. will be delayed while Urs Truly takes a much needed nap. When in doubt, get horizontal.

Tell me about your wild and precious life.

*Squaw Peak was the name of the small mountain in the middle of Phoenix. It is now called Piestewa Peak and has been for some time, but no one not even the most culture-careful call it that, as no one can remember the proper name. Squaw is definitely not nice but dammit it is memorable.

**I had a proper Manhattan (no rubbish) and a ‘Last Word’. The latter is one of the best cocktails there is. Do not dare to question this.