Here's An Idea That Didn't Work--Ho Hum

With no subject ideas screaming out to be pursued, I decided to carry a small notebook with me for a week or so.  The idea was to jot down some ideas or observations and thereby develop some subjects I might write about.  A to-do list for Wal-Mart?  How does "fishing pliers, knife, soft-sided tackle box, jelly beans and chewable multi-vitamins" provide any useful subject?  I mean beyond the exciting acknowledgements that I still crave sugar and use the next best thing to Flintstones vitamins as my multi-vitamin of choice, what else is there?.  I could also let you know that I use chewable vitamin C tablets, but I can spell "b-o-r-i-n-g."

Next, I have the cryptic entries I made here describing what sort of exercise I have worked in each day before transferring the information to my on-line wellness web page.  Now how's this for some excitement--"20 minutes treadmill at 3.1 mph, ten minutes elliptical, 60 min personal training session."  All in a day's work, I guess.  But come on, what else do you write about it?  

Then, here's a cryptic note--"tiny birds, no bigger than my thumb," I guess I saw them, but not being an expert bird-watcher, I don't know anything else about them.  So, on to the exciting ones--"first sunburn of the year, nose and forehead peeling."  Long time since I actually had a sunburn that peeled, but I went golfing without a hat, and, 18 holes later, I was sunburned and grumpy about my golfing performance.

Oh, and another couple of bird references--"birds flying into window," and "heron seizing fish and eating them right in front of us as we watch the unmoving bobber on our fishing line."  I guess the heron fishes better than I can, but he'd better--he can't stroll into the Sea Shack and order up a seafood platter, or a grouper sandwich.  (I did, but it was a Friday during Lent, so I waited an hour to place a carry-out order--the heron could have caught forty or so fish in that span, and eaten himself silly).

Speaking of eating habits, I wrote down this gem, "I like all kinds of fruit, just not bananas."  Sounds like our friends' grandson being offered a wholesome snack.

There was one sight to behold--seventy paddle boarders practicing yoga in the inlet behind our house.  I texted a picture to my yoga teacher--saying "are these some of your people?"  She replied "You know it!"  This had been an attempt to set a new world's record, but the turnout of 70 was not enough--just how many of those people are out there anyway?

Was this all, you might ask, you made note of this week?  No, I'm afraid not, but these were the highlights, the rest was really humdrum.  Too much I found bobbing on the surface, not much introspection or insight.  Ho hum, I'll try something else, but at least I wrote something. That's what I was after, I think.