It's Friday. I've been maintaining. I haven't lost any weight, but I haven't gained any. What's that called? Status Quo?

It's been a week since I went to practice. J wasn't feeling well last night and on Tuesday I made some Stroganoff. I haven't practiced for a couple of weeks. I'm coasting.

Made it to the gym twice this week. I'm up to 2.8 on the machine, not anywhere close to jogging, but it's a start.

Goal for next week, practice once. Make it to class. (If J is sick, then karma is stepping in, I'm off the hook.)

1000 Words

Down the street on a warm summer day

Finished the first sock for Grilltech, started the second one on July 11th

Finished the second one today

Liar, Liar. Pants on Fire

Have I mentioned that the gym scale lies? I mean LIES. It says I weigh 10 pounds more than the home one.

Last week, I went to the doctor. The scales there must know the gym scales, because it says I'm also 10 pounds more. This week, I was at the gym again - with the lying scales - and had to get on the scales because it had been a week since I got onto them.

Those scales aren't so bad, it says I'm down two pounds. Go me. I guess I didn't get out of control last week, like I assumed I did.

Today I talked with J about class. I'm going to take a step back for six weeks to see if it helps my shoulder. September 1. The come back date. I'll still come to class, but nothing strenuous.

Remember for Tuesday class:
  • Lou Kang held the staff behind him. What is the advantage of that?
  • Why did the Sorcerer let go? Final combat.
  • For those who care, I'm referring to Mortal Kombat

List Day

  • Gas is $3.05 per gallon
  • The bar is closed and up for lease
  • The week is almost over
  • At work, I moved my cube, hence the new cubemate, and I don't have the window view I once did
  • I just got a spam "you could win a trip to the Bahamas" phone call
  • For the next two weeks I'm in a class for four hours a day
  • I'll bring knitting along

Open Letters

Dear Cubemate,

It's wonderful being in a bay with you. You work nights, I work days. I couldn't ask for anything better. Except, I don't like it when your buddies come visit sitting at my desk and eating. They get crumbs everywhere. It's annoying. And gross. Please stop it.


Your Roommate


Dear Eldest,

Thanks for getting the microwave washed out. You did a nice job of it.




Dear Grilltech,

Nice job on replacing the light in the dinning room. Does this mean we should start saving up for the bathrooms?




Dear Me,

Honestly, I don't need a bag of chips. It's not good for me. And no skipping class.




For the Fourth of July, we went to visit Grilltech's mom. On the road trip over, I pulled out a skein of Noro*. A pile of yarn barf came out of the middle, so I spent the time waiting for the meal showing up, trying to un-knot it. The meal arrived and I shoved everything into my bag. We ate, then drove another four hours to Portland. We get there and I got o pull out my knitting and wouldn't you know it? My needles had jumped out the bag in Pendleton. Crap!

So we pulled out the smart phones and found a local shop. I picked up some new yarn and another set of needles. During the three days we was there, I made it to the instep on the socks. Pretty good for not doing much.

On the way home, we stopped at the restaurant and ordered lunch. I was able to get my needle back. So I have an extra set. Which means I can start another project if I feel like it.

* I've determined Noro is the spawn of evil. No more of that stuff again.

1000 Words

Down the street on a hot summer evening

My finished socks