While there is a bad pun implied, most folks out there know that when there is a May-Day call made, it means there is an emergency. A malfunction on an airplane or a boat and a need for expedited, immediate assistance. That is not the case here, well at least in the health vein. Perhaps in the housing arena, but that issue and the strategy behind same will not be played out here, seeing that would be petty, trifling…as well as uncalled for and even something out of the ‘prior restraint’ ballpark.
Those items mentioned in the above litany, the health ones we can talk about. Yes, the 100lb drop has been accomplished and when all adjustments, etc were made..it’s official. That drop from the high of 283 lbs, the same number that caused my bro Steve the Cardio to read me the riot act a few years back…..has been achieved. While it was a matter of changes to the diet, removing items that needed to be …exercising more, avoiding the traps of the fast food joints that seem to crop up in some neighborhoods, more than they would others. As well as being around those who are genuinely supportive about what is going on. ‘Genuinely’ being that they care beyond the ‘hi, how are you…how are the cats’ level of conversation etc [Be they **** or others *S*]. And this goes for the members of ‘The Gang Of Five’ and their staffs as well.
That level of honesty and intellectual intimacy is wonderful. As well as rare. If only due to the fact that this world….and in particular, many in my generation practice this…have turned being dishonest in relationships into an art form [which at times, seems to be rewarded by those who also delineate things based on race, religion, class, aspired to status, as has been mentioned in previous posts]. A rather sick art form….and in it’s own way, contributes to the lower and lower levels of discourse that does exist. It is any wonder then why the younger generation [not the folks I hang out with …as in the aunts and uncles to Rae and Marty]…but quite a few in the younger age groups take their cues on how to interact, relate and deal with family relationships etc from us and then fail. Miserably, as well as inflict some rather ugly emotional pain on others, if only because we tend to want to do same and then wear the entrails of those like medals from a battle. Strange, isn’t it??
But the ones who I run with [along with the cats] they are and continue to be aces. Yes, in spite of the rather visceral way that humans tend to act, that family of mine [created not genetically ascribed to] has helped to keep me grounded. Happy, thought provoked, engaged and needed. Which in it’s own way, accounts for why I do not look anywhere near the biological odometer number…..let alone STILL GET CARDED. Pretty darn cool, huh??*S*
So that is it for now. I will leave the other social and political interjections for another time…or for other minds who have a higher tolerance for the bile and excrement, that those who really have little interest in the society acting in a human willingly inflict on the rest of the planet. As usual…til next time…from the land of the colourtini….enjoy the pics as the words fly through the air.