I Read a Book in Which Cartoon Bears Taught Me About Alcoholism
Thursday and Friday I volunteered to help prepare a collection of children's picture books from another library (nothing particularly taxing-- scan the old bar code, check the info in the database to make sure it's accurate, apply new bar code, scan and overwrite, stamp inside front cover to assert Kent State's ownership) and found several books that I only vaguely remembered from my younger days, along with a very prettily illustrated version of a Russian folktale that I'd been able to recall only in snatches. I also found a book with the title A Visit to Oma, but Oma turned out to be the protagonist's grandmother, not my Japanese fishing village. Then I found a couple rebus books, which I haven't seen since I was a wee one but which still weird me out a little. In conclusion, picture books are fun because sometimes the back cover illustration consists of a panda carrying a pie on its head.
Thursday I also consulted my new map to figure out where the student recreation center lives. Conveniently, it is about two miles away, so jogging there and back means that I can take care of my cardio and just lift weights while I'm there (slow, careful jogging, of course-- my right knee is not to be trusted). Sadly, the Kent State center lacks the assisted pull-up machine that I'd gotten attached to at the Bainbridge YMCA. And I was so enjoying my progress through the percentages. Sigh.
Also sadly, I sort of wasn't thinking that going a week without working out should probably not be immediately followed by a four-mile jog and weight-lifting. And it really shouldn't be followed the next day by another four-mile jog, thought I at least forewent the weights on Friday. Today I am not moving because my thighs are beaming "why you do this?" cat macros into my brain. I have made a peace offering of a bagel with cream cheese.
Last night I inducted two more members into the cult of Catan, where sheep are ever abundant and clay and wood never happen at the same time. ONE OF US.
And on a tangent, hee!
Thursday I also consulted my new map to figure out where the student recreation center lives. Conveniently, it is about two miles away, so jogging there and back means that I can take care of my cardio and just lift weights while I'm there (slow, careful jogging, of course-- my right knee is not to be trusted). Sadly, the Kent State center lacks the assisted pull-up machine that I'd gotten attached to at the Bainbridge YMCA. And I was so enjoying my progress through the percentages. Sigh.
Also sadly, I sort of wasn't thinking that going a week without working out should probably not be immediately followed by a four-mile jog and weight-lifting. And it really shouldn't be followed the next day by another four-mile jog, thought I at least forewent the weights on Friday. Today I am not moving because my thighs are beaming "why you do this?" cat macros into my brain. I have made a peace offering of a bagel with cream cheese.
Last night I inducted two more members into the cult of Catan, where sheep are ever abundant and clay and wood never happen at the same time. ONE OF US.
And on a tangent, hee!