March 4th, 2008

Whale fluke

For blubeagle's birthday

Playing on the radio as I start this: Queen’s “Radio Ga-Ga”:

You’re the female me.
I’m like the male you.
Two dudes, much alike
With good internet-fu.
We have rhymes in our lives
– Parallels that surprise –
Me walking on a path
You wheeling (exercise!)
And those paths double-helixed
(I won’t say just “converged”)
So that a shared understanding
Led to friendship…now verge’d
On the changes, amazing,
You’ve reached in your world:
Your marriage to Jerry
And your writing, be-pearled;
These will grow from here
In substance and luster
A good life, a good love,
All as good as you’ll muster.

Happy birthday, blubeagle. I’m so glad I know you, and I’m so glad for your happiness.

Your friend,

Edited To Add: blubeagle was good enough to repost this poem to her journal.
Good Omens

I think it's a good kind of OCD.

I let myself eat fried chicken for lunch. This is the sort of eating my family refers to as "getting your grease level up." But here's how I did it: I walked/jogged to the Pill Hill eatery farthest from my office (the VA Canteen), which I reached via the main hospital building and the 1/8-mile-long VA Skybridge; I self-served a thigh, a leg, a potato wedge, and (because I need some fiber) beans; I ate; and then I walked/jogged back. I got the calories, then went some way towards burning them right off. And I probably won't have fried chicken again for a while (at least not 'til I can swing up to a Popeye's).

This meal-trip is dedicated to the no-longer-fat Fatboy Roberts. (Really! See this!)