A Saturday evening post.
This day never really got off the ground in that I was very tired and slept late (even though I specifically said in my previous entry that I did not want to do that this weekend).
However, I managed to make it to the gym -- Anthony Bowen YMCA -- for a second day in a row, and while my workout wasn't as long as the full 2-1/2 hour ordeal yesterday (hour treadmill jogging, hour light-to-moderate machine-based weightlifting, and half hour swimming) because the gym closes early on Saturday evening. However, I still got in 5.81 miles on the treadmill over 61 minutes (after doing 6.40 miles over 65 minutes yesterday). The pool was nice, too, although today I only got in 15 minutes.
My stuffed toy dog (a terrier), clown, and plush hippo, Flippo, on my bed in my apartment, Washington, D.C., 7:25PM May 24, 2014.
Flippo my plush hippo is always on my bed with my other stuffed animals (the rest were under the covers). However, I keep the dog and the clown on a shelf in my closet. Both are too old and fragile -- and tend to leak, the clown in particular a sort of sandy grit.
They are both very old and were once toys belonging to my late Uncle Richard for whom I was named and who died over 51 years ago at the age of 19 (a full 6-1/2 years before I was born). They lived in the house at Kirby Avenue in Long Branch, N.J., for many years. They have followed me ever since. The rag on the clown's head is something I put on when I was perhaps 14 years old -- stupidly gluing a piece of a bed sheet to stop him from leaking. Now I dare not remove it.
The clown has frightened people when I've shown him. He doesn't frighten me. I love him.
Oh, yes, my weight on the scale in the locker room yesterday was a whisker over 142 pounds.
Last week, when I went to the National Capital YMCA, I weighed in a whisker under 142 pounds on the big scale there. Thus, I'm happy to report I am maintaining the net weight loss of about 42 pounds from my peak flabbiness 2 years ago and a fat loss probably closer to 45 pounds (since I've put on a bit of muscle as well).
Anyway, I won't be going to the gym possibly until Wednesday.
I'm doing my laundry now and making dinner (I'm trying pork chops again and jasmine rice and steamed broccoli and carrots). I'm also watching Wonder Woman on Me-TV. It's the episode "The Man Who Made Volcanoes." It has to be one of the dumbest episodes of the series. The show was better in the early part of the series when she was fighting the Nazis rather than in its 1970s setting and weird plot lines.
We still love Lynda Carter, though.
Next up is Star Trek: TOS -- it's the wonderfully-named episode "For the World Is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky." Thereafter, it is the Svengoolie-hosted monster movie. Tonight's movie is the 1957 film The Land Unknown involving a dinosaur-filled tropical jungle deep in a subterranean volcanic crater in Antarctica. Low-budget special effects abound in the film.
Later on, I'm going out to meet Jim at No. 9.
Tomorrow, I plan on going to LP's place at Grovsenor Park and then I'm meeting Quill up in Silver Spring on Monday (Memorial Day).
I intend to post a jukebox Saturday night entry shortly -- except I'm not exactly sure what songs to post.
Oh, yes, before I end this entry, I just want to note this little discovery I made ...
The above picture has been my computer desktop image for the past several years. There are actually FOUR people in that image -- yet I only saw the standing figure at first and only subsequently / sequentially realized there were others in the image.
More importantly, I have long been baffled by the letters on the banner because only a portion were visible, namely, "-IMBEAT". However, I have determined that it is VERY LIKELY "DRUMBEAT" and refers to a yacht based in the Cayman Islands. The images on its website seem to confirm this, specifically the photos of its deck. Oh, and to be clear, there is another, smaller yacht called Drumbeat 1 that plies the waters of the Virgin Islands.
That is all.