From Duck Till Dawn
Guess what I am shopping for? An exercise bike I am shopping for.
I found a nice and cheap one too. Now I just need to figure out if I have room enough for it in my apartment. I don’t have any measuring tape. I called my dad to ask him if he could bring their tape when he came over for his daily cuppa tea. But he has fallen ill, so he won’t be coming over. Maybe I have passed the bug to him. Anyway, I’ll buy some measuring tape tomorrow I guess and then I’ll see if the dimensions fit. And if they do then I’ll get myself an exercise bike.
I read some online advice about it and they said not to buy the cheapest ones. But I don’t want to spend a fortune on this, so for me it’s either cheap or nothing. I will go with cheap. I am almost a little excited about it. Some of you may remember years ago when I was in job training in the Reva center, how they had a little gym and I got quite into the whole fitness thing. The good thing about that gym was that practically no one used it. So I almost always had it all to myself. I can’t go and sign up with some gym today, because of all the people that would be there. And I’d probably be too lazy to go out there anyway. But with a bike in my apartment I think I could get back into the cycling swing of things. Get in a little better shape. And help out with the diabetes. So that’d be good. We’ll see how it goes. I don’t have a lot of space here, maybe there’s no room for it after all. But fingers crossed. I think I would get a lot more exercise done than now where I have to actually go outside in the dark, cold human-filled world.
Other than that there is nothing new to report. Tomorrow I’m on animal feeding duty. For the first time since getting diabetesized. And for the first time with the buck there. He’s so good-natured though, there won’t be any problems with him I’m sure.
And speaking of the animals, here are some pictures I had left over from the other day.
The buck. I’m sorry about that scruffy looking guy who snuck into the picture.
Magnethe always loves having her neck scratched.
A little size comparison. I think the buck is actually a little bigger than Magnethe. I don’t know how old he is, but his horns are pretty big too so he’s no kid, he’s no.
Damn paparazzis… “we’re just friends! Get that camera out of here!”
And Vanilje of course. Never forget Vanilje.
Hope y’alls had a nice Thanksgiving. I am thankful for you, dear reader.
November 29th, 2008 at 3:59
Magnethe asks: “Does this make my butt look big?” “Tell me the truth!”
Question: Whose beard is longer? Mr. Buck’s or Mr. Scruffy-looking guy?
Yes, we had a wonderful Thanksgiving at my parents’ house. Mom fixed the turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy. My sister brought apple salad, rolls, and corn.
I brought carrots, oni-ns, sweet pickles, radishes, ranch dip, and a pumpkin and a cherry pie. There was also cranberry sauce. Lots of nice left-overs to take home. Mmmm…turkey sandwich!
Statiscally, we in Iowa have a 1 in 105 chance of hitting a deer with our car/truck. We are the fourth highest state. West Virginia has the highest rate. A 1 in 45 chance of hitting a deer!
Wow! An exercise bike. That’s a cool idea. Hope you have enough room for it.
Tell your Dad to get better soon. Hope he’s out and about really soon.
November 29th, 2008 at 15:43
My grandmother – the one who lost her two babies and her eyesight to diabeties – had an exercise bike in her house and she would faithfully use it every single day. You know, because being blind and living in the sticks is almost like being a social phobic when it comes to exercise opportunity. I often think of her when I can’t be arsed with this or that. She her exercises – neck, feet, legs, hands – what she could do sitting down and standing without moving too much – every single day. And if she could do it, so can every other fucker in the world. Including me – and you ;)
November 29th, 2008 at 21:45
Debster – I better bring some nuts and raisins to distract her, if she ever asks me that. Don’t wanna get in trouble!
I think Mr Buck’s beard is a little longer. Just a little. Let’s hope it’s not a case of evil-universe-twin like Mr Spock and his evil goatee. How could a goatee be evil with a name like that anyway?!
It sounds like a jolly nice thanksgiving. I’m getting hungry just reading about. Do you think a turkey sandwich would survive being shipped to Denmark?
My dad is all better already, it seems. A lot quicker than I was!
Desiree – Well no I have no excuse not to stick with it. Otherwise you’ll be calling me grandma Plume, or something. She sounds like quite a lady.