I need to practice my guitar for this weekend’s band rehearsal.
I need to practice.
Did I mention I need to practice?
I really need to practice.
I need a lot of practice.
Goodness gracious, do I ever need to practice.
Practice
Haiku for You #174
Another Red Sox home opener at Fenway Park. This one comes with a haiku for you.
112 years
Of baseball at Fenway Park.
It’s opening day.
Happy Home Opening Day
Finally
Today at a little after 2:00pm Eastern Daylight Savings time, the Boston Red Sox will play a home game.
Finally.
Happy Fenway Opening Day, everyone. Happy we finally will have a string of games we can actually watch on TV or listen to on the radio without sacrificing an entire night’s worth of sleep.
Finally.
The pictures are old because I haven’t been to Fenway Park in about a decade. Maybe I’ll sneak to a game this year. Maybe I’ll grab a standing room only ticket to some random night game. Standing room only, of course, because Fenway Park is not friendly to tall people. Leg room apparently wasn’t a thing in 1912 when the park first opened.
Exercise is Fun?
Wait a tick here… you put the word “fun” into the same sentence as “exercise”? That does not compute. Exercise is fun in the same way that breaking bones is fun. In the same way that surgery without anesthetic is fun. Am I being over dramatic? Yes, of course I am. Does that make my prior statements false? Absolutely not.
I do 45 minutes of exercise each day at a minimum. I jog (pronounced “yog”*) in place for what my Apple Watch tells me is about 10 kilometers worth of trotting steps and then I stop. As the day goes on I will do a little more jogging (yogging) in place to try to get my daily calorie count higher and higher. Sometimes I’ll walk in place while doing other things. I just picked up one of those stair stepper things too in the hopes that I’ll use that for at least a few minutes each day. I have an exercise bike and I look at it every day, but I haven’t been able to make it part of the daily routine. I want to move it next to my work from home desk in the hopes that I will be inspired to jump onto it for a few minutes a day. We’ll see.
Is any of that fun? No. Not even a little bit.
I guess there are some things that are fun to do that also just happen to be exercise. Walks in the woods. Visits to theme parks. Stuff like that. Want to know one super fun thing that shouldn’t really be thought of as exercise but always gets my heart rate up nice and high and works up a sweat and leaves me worn out like I’d had a major workout? Band practices. Yes, you read that right. I’m not the jumping around rock and roller type, but it does work as an aerobic workout somehow.
I guess what I am trying to say is that exercise in and of itself is never fun for me, but some things that are fun sort of double as exercise? Yeah, that’s the ticket.
*I make the “pronounced yogging” joke on this page all the time. I stole that from a movie. If you aren’t familiar with it, go watch Anchorman with Will Ferrell (and about 100 other A-list comedy celebrities). It’s one tiny throw away line that bares no significance for the rest of the movie, but it’s a funny movie so it’s worth a watch.
One of These Days
One More Try
I hung a bird house next to the front door last year and no birds ever made use of it.
I just hung one in the same spot. I figured I’d give it one more try.
The Blind Selfies the Blind
We were outside looking at the eclipse as it hit its peak. Something like 92% eclipsed. Way to go, Moon!
I tried to take a selfie of us with the glasses on. It’s tough to do when the glasses literally blind you. I did my best. Laugh at our goofiness.
Haiku for You #173
My eclipse glasses are made of cardboard and look like the old cardboard 3D glasses. Knowing that will help this haiku for you make sense.
Just saw the eclipse.
The solar system’s grandeur,
Through 3D glasses.
Happy Eclipse Day
Today’s the day! We get to experience a solar eclipse. In my neighborhood we’ll see the moon block about 90-something percent of the sun. Where my step kids live, they will get to see a total eclipse. Here’s hoping the weather is clear for them and they will get to see it.
Channel 5 news in Boston was kind enough to give the start-peak-end times for both Boston (which isn’t where I live, but it’s close enough) and Burlington, VT (where the kids live) in one handy dandy infographic!
The only question that remains is… are you ready for this? My wife and I sure are…
Now if the work day just takes it easy on us so that we can sneak outside for a couple of minutes to put those groovy eclipse glasses to work. Fingers crossed.
Generations
I re-potted Bertha the Plant Clipping today. She’s in my step son’s room with me right now, sitting in front of the window and hopefully not dying.
Bertha the Plant Clipping is the plant on the right. The plant on the left is Bertie Botts Every Flavour Plant Clipping, which was clipped off of Bertha. Does that make Bertie the next generation, or is it the same generation in a different pot? What are the language rules on this kind of thing?
Bertie Botts Every Flavour Plant Clipping is still alive, but in the couple of weeks since I took her out of the glass of water and put her in a pot of dirt she hasn’t grown any new leaves. Bertha looked half dead (I did a lot of pruning off dead leaves today) and she’s grown two new leaves in the same amount of time. I’m getting worried about our little Berttie Botts.
Inside the Red Head's Head 