What color of sunburnt does me justice?

Lovely beautiful Summer day here, and I weigh 205.5 pounds, blood pressure is 129/83, and heart rate is 42 bpm. After breakfast I go with my wife to walk Ruston Way and marvel at the motorcycles, custom cars and herds of people. It was great, families having fun, people stretching their legs and smile and dogs panting for more water as they heat up. Temperature is over eighty until you hit the water, then you are back at fifty-something. The retrievers going after sticks and balls in the water have the best of both worlds.

I buy KFC/A&W lunch and go home for nap, all the windows are open and I have work that I want to do, but my wife tells me to save it for the later afternoon. I wake from the nap a just lovely lobster red color - they used to talk about the "pink and red" Dungey boys - my father's farming generations, we don't tan well, although I came close in Vietnam.

Record breaking ninety degree temperature at SeaTac Airport, with all the asphalt and concrete soaking up the Sun, what would they expect?

Strange days by weather and medicines defined?

Thursday I weigh 207.0 pounds, blood pressure is 152/88 with a heart rate of 40 bpm. Friday morning I weigh 207.5 pounds, blood pressure is 125/75 with a heart rate of 47 bpm. I came home late but went crashing to bed and slept soundly until 4:30 am on Friday. I had been invited to my (and the other boys' birthday celebration Thursday evening) and wasn't there and was missed. I want to blame my adjustments to the medications but it could have been the sticker shock from my and my wife's doctor bills (I think they have a new clerk and weren't billing correctly) but maybe the doctor doesn't like us as much as our money.

As I drove to the conference I listened to the CDs: 'STAND UP' by Kevin Stone and 4tified 'MAN ON A MISSION' - both great gospel songs and music, really moving stuff and worth sharing with my brother (the musician) one day. I get to the conference and find gift bags full of wonderful stuff just for Earl and his sixtieth birthday, the other two men (50 & 60) got their goodies and celebration last night. They had me pegged, dragons abounded, watercolors, drawing paper, handmade card with motorcycle pieces and good wishes (from the sixty-five year old lady who will retire in a year and three months), a musically singing card - Macho macho man! (well, only in my dreams), other cards about sixty isn't old, it is RETRO and that is cool (that is why my motorcycle and the Bowie are so like my Colt Model IV series 70 (.45 cal semi-auto) old stuff for an old guy going RETRO. My wife laughs at the multiple dragons wondering if we will have to sell them one day. Nope, we will wait until they fly or waddle away on their own.

Snowing most of the day, not sticking in the lowlands, but those mountain passes are icy and closing, our Eastern Library Keepers will have to detour to Oregon for travelling East if they don't make the cut before closing. I am resting one more night and tomorrow I will start training again, got to get rid of the piles of procrastination, there is a Home Owners Meeting tomorrow and any pistol shooting will have to be after church on Sunday. How does it all sneak up on me, one would think I wasn't watching. Best thing about today, health and happiness-wise, was talking to my son over Skype.com on the computer and internet, then calling and talking to my mother - both sounded pretty good, and I am amazed at how close we are in timely communications although there are many thousands of miles between us.

Midweek, wife is now suffering cold...

I weigh 208.5 pounds, so sad, and the blood pressure is either 126/81 or 143/86 with corresponding heart rates of 187 or 43 beats per minute. I have to lose twenty to thirty pounds with conditioning exercises and good living - not that I am going to be prettier or even healthier, but if I lose that much belly fat and flab I can carry concealed so much better and be just so darned dangerous it tickles my fancy.

I am thinking of bib overalls, too. For the riding the motorcycle and the ease of carrying and getting to my concealed weapons. And looking like the old fool I am, who would ever believe I was more than an ancient accident waiting to happen?

Work through the pain, the guy way to the grave...

Still some sinus problem, but I can hang, and I even am fool enough to think I could ride the motorcycle to work, but the weatherman is working for my wife and says there will be scattered showers by evening (NOT!). So I am saved for my 15k road race (?) tomorrow in Steilacoom. Well, I will be there, the racing is going to be for the other folks.
I weigh 207.5 pounds today, blood pressure is 131/73 and heart rate is 45 bpm. Healthier if I get more liquids and some more rest. Wearing a sweater that my wife says looks good on me, I just want the warmth - gave up looking good years ago...