I mentioned that we had visited a number of historical sights during our July trip beginning with our excursion to Dachau. In Salzburg we took the funicular up to the ancient (700s!) Hohensalzburg fortress which was pretty interesting. The walk from the funicular stop to the very top of the hill was a good leg … Continue reading History?
Tag: fear
When treats are tricks!
Late the other night, after dinner and a run and some quality time with a pint of Haagen Daz, I finally settled on the couch with a bottle of cider and my guy to relax. The plan was to pick up where we last left off in our much-delayed viewing of The Sopranos and I … Continue reading When treats are tricks!
Good news/bad news and a bit of a Grimm tale
The good news? I weighed less than I thought I would when I stepped on the scale. The bad news? I need to see my ENT surgeon post-haste. For the record, I like it better when the good news follows the bad. I went to see my endocrinologist yesterday. I wasn't scheduled to see her … Continue reading Good news/bad news and a bit of a Grimm tale
Weighing in
Earlier this year I made the decision to cancel my YMCA membership. Financially and physically it just wasn't making sense for me anymore and I've reallocated my membership $$ to the Hot Yoga Spot. I haven't regretted my choice at all. Well, almost not at all. I was only taking one class a week at … Continue reading Weighing in
I don’t hate guns
I hate what people use guns to do. Guns scare me, but I don't hate them. Today, more than two dozen people were massacred in a(nother) school shooting. Twenty-seven people, including 20 children, woke up today for the last time. I went for a run tonight and thought of the terror that was school today … Continue reading I don’t hate guns
Observations from my couch
I slept on my couch last night for the first time. Of course, I've dozed off there before, but this time it was intentional. It was a warm, humid night and I wanted to be in the back of my house to avoid hearing the garbage trucks in the early morning. It had been … Continue reading Observations from my couch
Touched
About thirty-five years ago, on an autumn night when the skies got dark surprisingly earlier than expected, I found myself in the storage lean-to where the barrels of bird feed were stored, at the farm that neighbored our house. It was damp and there was the strong smell of must and dried corn. I wasn't … Continue reading Touched
DelSo 