Monday, July 26, 2010

Hell is Coming to Breakfast.

Not much to say today.  In fact, I could probably capture it all in 3 words.  Hike.  Nap.  Steak.

I met a friend for breakfast before doing my regular hike up Squaw Peak.  It's a good workout and gets the blood flowing.  And, there's a spot on top where I sit and commune with greater powers, if you know what I mean.

Getting started as late a start as I did put me on the mountain at noontime - it was already 103 by then but the heat isn't all that big a deal for me.  I didn't realize how much it took out of me, though, until I got home and took a shower and lay down for a minute.  Somehow, that minute turned into a 2 hour nap.

I went over to a friend's house for dinner.  She grilled steak.  Double yummy delicious, cooked just perfect (I'm a medium rare kinda person).  I honestly think it was the biggest meal I've had in weeks.  I'm stuffed.

Lately my weight has been exactly where I like it.  I haven't been paying too much attention to it but the combination of lean diet, ongoing exercise, an ongoing tummy "issue", and general summer lifestyle seem to keep me where I want it to be.  As I think I wrote not long ago - I've come to a sense of peace between soul and body.  Finally.

The title of today's entry is a quote from one of my favorite movies, "The Outlaw Josie Wales" (see the particular clip here, if you'd like).  It effectively captures how I feel before all hell is about to break loose, as it does in the movie shortly after those lines are spoken.  It's how I feel about what is happening in Texas with Nikki, the firefighter's widow.  She's on trial there not only to defend the validity of her marriage in the face of hate and greed and bigotry but also having to defend her very personhood before another very public lynch mob.  It's disgusting, infuriating, and disappointing.

Something happened yesterday that hit home for me.  News reports indicated that Kaye Cowher, the wife of ex-Pittsburgh Steelers coach Bill Cowher, died of skin cancer.  She was only 54 years old (details here).  That is way too young.  It's a reminder that each of us runs out of time someday....


shakay said...

Donna: Yes, each of us do run out of time someday, and that's why it's good from time to time to go to a mountaintop and commune with a greater power.


Anonymous said...

I recommend getting a checkup from a dermatologist once a year. Early this year I was seeing a doctor for the first after many years. He took one look at a couple moles he saw and had me in a dermatologist office the next day. I ended up having to have two procedures to have some moles cut out.
The Dermatologist said the damage was done by my exposure to the sun back as a child.

If you're hiking in the desert sun I'd suggest getting checked out by a dermatologist. It saved my life.