The Most Important of Times

Time spent with my son, was and is the most important times in my life. Those times mean more than anything else that I could ever do or ever want to do. Talking with him, watching him grow from a beautiful small boy to a wonderful and amazing adult. If I could have stayed home for 18 years and not ever worked, I would have been happy. Now that he is grown and married, I think of all the wonderful love and adventure, and moments he has in store for him. His never ending quest to make a difference in the world with technology makes me happy for him, too. I wish him all the love, joy and success he could ever imagine. I wish this because he is my son, and I love him with all of my heart.

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Another Option for Exercising

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Walking is my favorite way to exercise, but it is not possible for the time being. Neither is going to a gym, I tried it on the bus, it just takes too big a chunk out of my day to be going three days a week, even. I did however, bring the gym to me.

The first think I did was to buy a Yoga video, and a yoga mat. I then bought a nice set of hand weights, and a fitness ball. Then I got myself a bench. I have a great workout plan that I just had to take a short break from because I have a temporary small injury, should be healing soon. I wasn’t about to let the lack of transportation, or inability to take long walks keep me from getting fit. I also incorporate my back and vestibular exercises into my weekly workout. I have been doing this for almost a year or more and it is working out quite well. I will post some pictures of my nice little set up soon!

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Speaking of the Homeless…

It is encouraging to see the number of agencies that are actually helping to eradicate homelessness, yet as I see it some seem more to profess to help the homeless. Our state report on homelessness is not so encouraging. It makes me wonder what these agencies are actually doing? Utah’s report is amazing. Why can’t every state put housing first? It makes more sense. This is not to say that we don’t need agencies to help the homeless get back on their feet, until they figure out something better, but that something better is already here. It’s been proven to work. I can’t help but think when agencies are no longer showing any improvement, do they not become just part of the bureaucracy then? We don’t need more bureaucracy, we need action. We need the homeless people in homes. Housing first.

Walking Early in The Morning

I like walking. It was something I used to do every day. I would leave my house about 4:30 am and start down the quiet neighborhood street that I liked as it had a fairly new sidewalk and was nice and flat, less chance of tripping. It was still dark and was sometimes difficult to see. Once I picked up pace though I was on my way to a great work out. Walking through historical neighborhoods in the early morning hours is so different than walking through them in daylight. In the dark it is so quiet and there is no movement, except for the occasional car passing by, either someone up way too late or someone up early. There is a beautiful river and a lovely view as I continue to walk. Also along the way is a very old cemetery that I carefully walk past, making sure not to scuff my feet by mistake, as to avoid disturbing the resting souls.

The sidewalks are not so smooth and even anymore, so I carefully look down often. I come into the downtown and there are lights that help me see better. Downtown is small but noteworthy and is a must for tourists. I sometimes remember the days when tourism was not the main attraction in our city and what it was like a few decades ago. I walk at a fast pace remembering the way it used to be and all the changes it has gone through. I did object, I did reminisce too much, but finally think it is not so bad and I think change can be good.

Coming up to the main “drag” I know it can be even better. The sidewalks are all broken and making it hard for me to keep an even pace but I do pretty good anyway. I say with all the changes, “why did they forget the sidewalks”? I am irritated and say to myself, “this walk is for you, don’t let the sidewalks get you down”..

Walking past the park and coming up to the Dunkin Donuts that is just opening, I am tempted to go in and grab a cup, being the coffee junkie that I am. I resist and keep on walking past gas stations and walking on wobbly surfaces that remind me of my childhood days. I think they are still the same sidewalks, no? Ok enough about the sidewalks as maybe one day the city will get a clue. Until then, be glad there is good weather to walk in. Be glad you are able to walk without falling. (I have a problem with my ankles, and I used to fall a lot, now hardly ever.)

I come around the bend to the last part of my walk. It is a little uphill and I don’t mind as I know it gives me the workout I need. I reach the street with the trees that hang nearly to the ground, so I dip, and sidestep, and dip some more. I finally reach home. It has been a great walk, lasting about 50 minutes, covering over 2 miles. I head upstairs to my apartment where I rest for a few. I am proud my commitment to walking every day.

I don’t walk anymore, as when the snow came, I had to stop. I tried once and I fell, and it was very hard for me to even get up off of the ground. No I would have to find another way to get my work out.

I miss my walk..

 

The Learning Process…

…for me was long and arduous. It was worth it though. U.S. History to 1877 was a history of people, from the very beginning. Travels of people, cultures of people, behaviors of people, and more. Laws, boundaries, wars, and betrayal made way for expansion that created more laws, more boundaries, and more betrayal. There were many acts of courage, awe inspiring causes for good. There was abolition, and demolition, emancipation and degradation. There were winners and losers, free and slave. One people that were constant in the midst of immigrants, and tyrants. A legacy too mixed and complicated to be hidden behind earlier versions of greatness and glory. It will be awhile before I attempt 1867 to the present, if at all in a classroom. That remains to be seen, but it is not looking good. I do know, however that there are other ways to learn. To be able to get a glimpse of the beginning of my country was worth it.