Sadly my second cross trainer session of the day is on my mind. Better get changed and get outside to the garage. Brrrrrr.
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It’s not too bad once you’re started. You body warms up. But the first 5-10 minutes are grim.
Very grim, I should imagine.
Not my idea of fun, and frankly, never was, not even when I was a lot younger.
Well, enjoy.
Each to their own.
Not my idea of fun either. But it’s the only way I can keep my weight in check. Too many hours sat at a desk the rest of the time.
A lunchtime (or, early evening) walk, now yes, that I can understand; but, a freezing gym - or, actaully a sweltering gym, no, never. Never. Not ever.
However, each to their own.
I get a couple of miles walk in most lunchtimes. Either at home with Mrs AFB or in the park opposite our office at work.
But I’m afraid I have to do a bit more than that to not put on weight.
Finished my work for the evening. Electric blanket is on. Earlier I helped Mrs AFB make the bed as Monday is our bed linen day. So I have a nice warm bed with a number of blankets to offset the 15.5 temperature in my bedroom right now.
I first left the U.S. when I was 8, and again when I was 10, 13, and 17, and we'll be going internationally again next year (I'll be 19 by then). I always love it—I just love to travel (one of the reasons why I decided to go to an out-of-state college). Some people don't like traveling, and honestly, I don't understand why... there's always an adventure to be had.
I just realized how much I miss singing. I sang in my high school choir, and it was so much fun, but I'm not doing that anymore. I need to find some sort of outlet here where I can keep doing it—perhaps I can see about joining the choir here at some point, that'd be a lot of fun! I got pretty good, I don't want those skills to go away
Not only do I love travelling (as my mother did, actually, as both parents did, but, especially my mother), seeing new countries, exploring their history, and experiencing their climate, their culture, cuisine, and, above all, meeting (and talking to) people from that country, but, I also love listening to traveller's tales, to the stories of others who have travelled and come back with stories of the places that they had visited.
My mother used to say that, in addition to the standard differences between people that one always experiences in life - male or female, young or old, rural or urban, their social class of origin, their ethnicity - the stuff that defines (and sometimes divides) people, there was an additional key difference, and it is this: Some people love to learn of foreign worlds and experiences, - to travel and to listen to the traveller's tales of others - whereas others have absolutely no interest in this - different experiences - whatsoever.
I could never understand people who travel and eat at the same chain restaurants they do at home or worse seek out ex pat run bars. Very strange.
Agree completely.
I spent two years in Georgia (Caucasus Georgia) with the EU, and was constantly taken aback - actually, astounded - by the numbers of colleagues (British and Irish, and US, among other internationals) - who wished to eat - almost always - in McDonalds (okay, it was clean, especially the restrooms, which could not have been said for a considerable number of Georgian restaurants at the time), and quaff beer - and dine in - in an Irish pub (owned and run by an American lady - a retired Army officer - with a background in the US military).
Yes, it was clean, (especially the restrooms), yes, the beer, coffee, and the food were all good, actually very good, - classic US/UK stuff, steak, burgers, chips (fries), the classic bacon and egg and sausage breakfast, yes, they had international rugby and soccer on the TV - but, but, but, there was so much more to see and experience in Tbilisi, let alone Georgia, than that. They had no interest whatsoever in any sort of cultural (or culinary) exchange, or experience, other than what they already knew.
There were incredible Georgian places (of all sorts, dives where the food was astonishing, and more salubrious restaurants - also excellent - to eat and drink in), and, moreover, the ballet, opera, and jazz in Tbilisi were just out of this world.
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I can’t find my Kindle and I am VERY frustrated.
A perfectly understandable reason for your state of frustration.
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On my mind is the amount of Christmas advertisements there are already. It’s only the 7th of November.
Roll on December 26th.
Roll on December 26th.
I put them out of my mind.
Personally, I see no need for Christmas advertising to take place at all at any time before December, preferably even, as late as the 8th December.
Then, yes, then is the time for marking that season.
However, that it seeps into November - even before Armistice Day - strikes me as both excessive and very premature.
I've realized that I still prefer printed books way more than e-books, or maybe it's just because I'm reading e-books on my iPad rather than a proper e-reader, I wonder if getting a dedicated device would change this preference.
I love my kindle. Having hundreds of books on a device (and cloud) with search capabilities and the ability to extract notes and highlights is fantastic. The page is almost as real paper, and the backlight function is extremely useful, as is the ability to change fonts. The light weight can help quite a lot with thick books or during travel.
I still prefer paper books, mostly due to feel and sensory experience, but the kindle has many advantages over paper books. What I can tell you is that reading a book on a Kindle is very different than reading on an iPad. I don’t like reading on iPads.
Physical books are far superior, I agree.
Same. Come December I will no longer listen to the radio until January. Can’t abide Christmas music.
Remember that the Cthulhu versions also exist on YouTube… and they’re fantastic.