I recently re-introduced myself to the home treadmill. Either use it or move it I thought. I get incredibly bored walking for exercise but have found that if I read while I walk, I’m not counting the minutes as much. So I set up the Nook, put on my walkin’ shoes and started out. I’m about twenty minutes in when the treadmill suddenly goes from 3 mpg to about a 100mpg. A big surge of speed not a gradual build up. I go flying off and luckily land on my feet. The treadmill is churning away and going faster and faster..unbelievably fast. I can’t turn it off. I have to step over this heaving groaning machine. I fear it will suck me into another dimension. I pull the plug out of the wall and it stops .For good. Dead. Won’t start back up. I have killed the treadmill.
Three of us had an epic struggle with a parking pay station this week in downtown Syracuse. First, we park. Then we find the pay station. After lots of grumbling and searching, this brain trust of ours coughs up a handful of change and feeds the pay station..but it doesn’t get us enough time. So we push eject and the change spills all over the sidewalk. Then, one of the othes geniuses whips out a credit card and inserts it. The pay station sucks the card in and then says it can’t read the card. Okay..three more attempts and we move on to a different pay station to see if that one works. Nope. Not with that credit card. Another credit card is produced and we insert that. Card is sucked in and authorized for a $2.05 sale. Really. We cheer like we have solved the Pythagorean theorem. Parking slip in hand we proceed into the restaurant. Whoops. The parking slip goes IN the car on the dash. We forgot that part.
I like to fill the house with music. I might not be in the same room as the sound system but I blast it loud enough to be heard throughout the house. I am finding that if I leave the room …say to run something to the basement…the stereo gets turned off. I am battling my better half big time for stereo time. He wants the TV, I want to listen to music. I am now cheering when he says he has to go help my son paint a hallway or install a window. Great. House to myself. Recently revisited YES-Fragile. Hadn’t heard the whole thing in quite awhile. Same for The Last Waltz…forgot about all the amazing people that joined members of The Band on stage. And, Eat A Peach…always sounds great, but especially when the weather turns warmer. Doors open, windows open, Allman Brothers Band for every one!
I was caught in traffic behind a slow-moving street sweeping machine the other day. A cloud of dry dust was blowing out in all directions. I could not see any benefit to swirling around the dirt that accumulates on the side of the road. The dirt did not seem to go anywhere but in the air. Watching this process made me wonder why we even do it. A street sweeper also passes through my neighborhood every week. No discernible change after the sweeper has gone through. The process just seems obsolete to me. Made me wonder about how many things we just keep doing because we’ve always done them.
So I stopped into Sweet on Chocolate
yesterday and bought a few pieces of chocolate. Actually half a bag of chocolate. I managed to share some of it before I ate my fill. There were leftovers. Were. I sat down to my desk with my gallon of coffee this morning and noted the bag of chocolate leftovers and without a second of hesitation proceeded to have a breakfast of champions. Sometimes you just have to have chocolate for breakfast.
