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Treadmill

The man I was talking to on the Camino was trying to decide whether it was worth the wait, or whether he would continue the walk. He stayed and I did not. He told me that he was not going to stay. He changed his mind after I walked on. He did catch up with me later, because I stopped by a very old bridge to regroup and take some photographs. We walked together all day, which included him picking me berries that he knew were edible and me finding an Albergue with a pool.IMG_0059

Again, I’m only capturing this anecdote because it flashed into my mind earlier. I’ll have to reread it all and see if there is a connection, but for now, I’m going to have another kiss and then a smoke.

One of my teachers is Martha Beck. She recommends changing something in your surroundings as a way to move through things you want in your life. Cleaning up and removing junk from your life, is the most popular example of this. I just realized the symbolism of my new treadmill. I mentioned earlier that it had to go into a new place because where the other one was was too small.

Now I realize that I’ve opened up the “guest” side of the bed. Before the new treadmill, anyone that wanted to get into the bed from the opposite side that I get in would have to climb over the treadmill. When they arrived, there was no bedside table or lamp because there simply wasn’t room for one.

Now that space is open and I think I was to get bedside tables and perhaps a vanity for that space. Doing my nails and makeup would be nicer if I had a place to sit and do them. Funny how that happened as I was thinking about the possibility of a lover.

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Master Bedroom Revisited

So, the guys show up with the new treadmill and it won’t sit where the old one was. Now I have a dilemma. I have a ninety degree angle between the two places where I want to be able to see the t.v. from.

Where my treadmill used to sit. Dirty socks and all.

Where my treadmill used to sit. Dirty socks and all.

This is the industry standard reason for having wall mounts that swivel. Problem was, I had to move the DVD player and Bell receiver to the direction of the remotes as well.

I pictured a pivoting stand about the same size as the base. Which, by the way is the same size as the player beneath it. It makes you wonder if they weren’t designed to work together. Possibly. But no one seemed to have foretold the possibility that someone would want to sit the t.v. on its base and still be able to pivot.

I looked a little on line, and it looks like there are some models out there. But it gave me the opportunity to have conversations with sales guys. My favourite thing is when a sales guy tries to “sell” something that he did. The idea is to see what your reaction might be. If you are a positive person he can try the line [that you responded with] on his wife when he gets home. I provided the guy with nothing. He bought a huge chunk of meat because individual steaks were too expensive, so he paid twice as much for a huge amount. He’d have to come up with his own reasoning for his wife. I’d personally be pissed.

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Renaissance

There, now where were we? When, 36:08. The dog and the cat have settled and they weren’t even part of the hero’s saga I was trying to create by thinking about my day. Not an overly productive day. Well, let me explain.

IMG_6668Burning rubber. I could definitely smell burning rubber. The source was obvious. I had been on my treadmill for over an hour and that is the longest I’ve used it for quite a while. It was no longer working properly. I also was noticing a slight hesitation under my right foot, randomly and rarely and I still wasn’t a hundred percent certain that my knee wasn’t slightly locking when I wasn’t paying attention to how I walked. Anyway, I replaced it, the treadmill, not the knee.

I am in the middle of a renaissance. I haven’t done much major decorating for years and I am finding that I am updating many things at once. My new wine corker is to die for.

You simply hold the bottle in one hand and lower the cylinder head over the cork. There is a button that you hold and the cork screw goes in on its own and you just hold still until the cork is out of the device. Or rather, when the cork first comes out of the bottle, you have to push the top of the long button to reverse its direction so the cork falls off. Very smooth.

As I was saying, if I wanted to continue to be able to use a treadmill, I was going to have to buy a new one. The one I have is 19 years old. In the first house it sat proudly behind the sofa in the family room. Perfectly visible so I could go get a coffee and watch it from three different vantage points, depending on my mood. Yes. I put it there so I could watch him run. Fantastic, usually.

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