Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
My week in the desert was very unscheduled. The only commitments I made of my time during my time out west were 3 yoga classes in Ruth Hardy Park. Beyond those 3 individual hours, I was completely winging it. I did a lot of walking, generally languidly, and a single bike ride that began strong … Continue reading Down & Out in Palm Springs – a tale of dehydration
Last week I had a long anticipated appointment for a personal service. I’m not going to be specific other than to say it was either a facial, pedicure or massage and not anything to do with body hair removal. Just to be transparent and save you from pointless wondering. The service provider was new to … Continue reading Service interruption
Trigger warning: If you struggle with an eating disorder or body image issues, skip this post, please.) How do you respond to uncertainty or unexpected challenges? Are you inclined to yield to the universe and roll with it or do you instead try to grasp what you can and refuse to let go? I think … Continue reading Control freak
Thursday night I received my second Covid vaccine. That makes me part of less than 15% of the entire U.S. population, a cohort I feel very fortunate in which to belong. Joining that club wasn’t easy - scoring an appointment wasn’t without challenge and the initiation came with some real negative consequences. While I wouldn’t want … Continue reading Funky cold Moderna
Right before the syringe broke my skin as I received my first vaccine dose, the intake volunteer (they were ALL volunteers) told me that I was lucky to be part of only 15% of our country’s population - vaccinated from Covid-19. That number jarred me. Wow. How did I end up here? When availability of … Continue reading Shot in the dark – my first Covid vaccine
The last time I exercised indoors was mid March. It was the final night the yoga studio I belong to was open. Until recently, that is. The atmosphere seemed more subdued than usual on that late afternoon, but I don’t believe anyone imagined not being able to step a bare foot in that space again … Continue reading Went to the gym. Took my dog.
I once worked in a restaurant where the expected confirmation response to a question or request, the “Polo” to one’s “Marco,” was “Heard.” I liked it. It seemed succinct, yet active. Not only did the single syllable communicate that the speaker’s words were effectively conveyed, but they were clearly acknowledged. Processed and ready to be … Continue reading Herd
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