Traverse Mike

Perusing through the news on the home page an article catches my eye “Exercise will improve your immune system” most likely written by an all too attractive, zero percent body fat, gym rat that consumes vast quantities of eggs and chicken washed down with whey protein.  So I start a daily routine, which as we all know becomes a necessary chore all too soon… but inspired I chug on.

Same home page a couple of weeks later “Too much exercise can threaten the immune system” and this one says that you should limit your combined exercise to 300 minutes per week.  Based on what I have been doing I will exceed that amount in just over two days… could it be possible that I am actually killing myself by trying to be healthy?  Of course, this article is most likely written by the adorable chubby lady that bakes cookies and reads romance books… I think that I like her better than the gym rat.

This us what it looked like before.

Imagine, if you will, a room full of your relatives and friends all patiently waiting your arrival and there you are… dressed in your Sunday best, string of pearls holding a tray of hot dogs and your famous homemade potato salad, descending down to a room made unusable by the very staircase you treasure so much (que the record scratch)

Yea, me either… I would much prefer practical over grandness.  Let’s face it I’m not Scarlett O’Hara descending to Rhett Butler… more Carol Burnett with a drapery rod across my shoulders (you have to be close to my age for that one) just trying to maneuver  to the lower level… what were they thinking?

 

Vintage beefcake… before steroids  via unknown

Chipmunk seeks chipmunk… this poor guy sits on the retaining wall and chirrups for a mate almost everyday. Hang in there buddy.

So yesterday I finally got to fix the bed. When the movers assembled it they missed some bolts so when I moved the headboard banged against the wall… yea, only in my dreams… two hours and the wall is safe.

So they say that most individuals waste more food than they should… looks around and raises hand, well I had some bananas that were going bad… so I found my mothers Lutheran cook book… no I didn’t spontaneously combust, and made banana bread. Yum!

So, I finally figured out why Apple designed the double tap on the AirPods to skip to the next song.  I grab my I-Touch and head to the treadmill, set the music to songs in my library then shuffle, and even though this device knows the correct time, day and date the developers were unable to avoid a Christmas song in May… just reach up double tap and move to the next song… genius!

This should be what Christmas looks like in the north, instead we have rain and 50 degree weather.  Hopefully snow soon in 2020.  Photo unknown author.

Winter has arrived | by @mopage19

“Kiss of Life”

Taken in 1967 by Rocco Morabito, this is one of the most powerful photographs we’ve seen.  It shows a utility worker named J.D. Thompson giving mouth-to-mouth to co-worker Randall G. Champion after he went unconscious following contact with a high voltage line.  It occurred in Jacksonville, Florida.  Champion survived thanks to Thompson’s efforts to resuscitate him.  The photo was awarded a Pulitzer Prize in 1968.