Walk a mile

As part of my oh, gee, wouldn’t it be swell to not be dead of a heart attack at 50 plan, I’ve been walking. Mostly in the evenings, with my dogs, sometimes with a kid. It’s like a time out, a break from twitter, a little something I’m doing just for me. Wow, it sounds pretty selfish when I put it like that. Whatever, I’m doing it for the dogs, too, and they are loving it.

So in September, I’ve walked 20 times for about 26 miles total. Not too bad. Sure, I used to cover that much in a week when I was running, but I gotta build back up (and work off some of that pasta and ice cream I seem to have accumulated around the midsection).

Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you citicize them, you are a mile away, and you have their shoes.

Ha ha! Yeah, that was funny when I was 12. But anyway, I didn’t use anyone’s shoes, my miles were all barefoot.

I’m having trouble adjusting

When you don’t play with your blog, it seems you sort of grow apart. Here I am just wanting to post a picture. A picture I found, like I’ve done hundreds of times.

But Noooooo, my old image plugin doesn’t work with WordPress anymore (and apparently quit some time ago) and I don’t know how to work the default tools and I really don’t wanna fuck with this too much just to post a picture, ya know? I mean we aren’t going for a prize or even compensation or any kind of glory cuz about six people will even look at this (if you count me) and maybe two might smile about it at all, since it’s just a stupid picture.

So, well, ahem.

Dream big.
This is it.

How bout that

Did you ever notice I only write anymore when things are going like utter crap?

Huh.

I’m trying not to wallow, or dwell, or whatever the fuck I do. Which means I avoid this place lately. But dayum if I wasn’t hit by a wall of ‘what the fuck’ tonite.

Yeah, well, that’s all for now, I’ve got some things to do. Maybe I’ll come actually write something more than once every six months.