January 2, 2010 notes

Well, I guess it didn't really seem like New Year's until today (January 2) for me, since I mostly hung around the house January 1. Today I exercised at the Southwest YMCA for my first time in 2010. It was very empty, as opposed to December 31 - slightly eerie. I was one of 3, at opening. I think some people might not have realized that the YMCA was back on its usual Saturday early morning schedule, instead of the holiday schedule of sometimes opening at 8.

It is warm here this morning. When I left at 0550, it was already 47 degrees F. It may rain, however. We are looking for a short outing today. Maybe the Santa Cruz Boardwalk or beach, if it's not raining ...

Everyone's skin got very dry during our ski trip. I guess it was to be expected, but still, it was a bit strange. We woke up with bloody, cracked lips, etc. A couple days into the dry skin, my chin skin all flaked off in big patches. That seemed unusual. I am still keeping up with the vitamin E and sometimes vitamin A on my skin, and I think my skin is looking and feeling great.

There's an older-middle-aged man at the gym who likes to come up to me and talk to me. I don't know why. He just introduced himself one time, a few months ago. I'm not sure what his angle is. I notice him nicely greeting one of the older gentlemen, too. He always finds something to comment on or compliment about me. I think he is slightly unattractive, but as he has been mainly pleasant and respectful, my jury is still out on him. I told him I'm married with kids, and asked respectfully if he was. I will continue to return his greetings with a smile and a few kind words, for now. He does comment about the daily condition of my body on the days he sees me. Today he asked about what I did during holidays, then asked questions about my skiing. Hmm.

January 2 is the anniversary of me (at age 12) finding my mother unconscious, scooping out her airway, and restarting her breathing. Her heart was still weakly beating, but stopped several times in the ambulance to the Greenwich CT hospital. I had just completed CPR and First Aid at school! My mother was in the hospital in a coma for more than 2 weeks. I never mention January 2 to her - but for myself, I mark it, as it was a life-changing event. I'm glad my kids are lucky enough not to have found me like that, and I'm glad things worked out okay for all of us ... (?)

One thing about being middle-aged is you have some perspective about the relative importance of things. It's nice to have that.

Now I've been on Facebook for over a year. I've been really enjoying reading what my spouse's relatives are up to; they all friended me and are such nice people. Also my high school class seems to be totally reactivated by Facebook. I am chatting away with some of the people I used to exchange statements with during high school, as well as some of the •popular• people. Of my relatives, I only know one cousin who facebooks - my brother used to get on, but he doesn't much care for FB. And surprise of surprises, my spouse finally reactivated his account and friended all the people who have been asking to be his friends. I told him, don't do it if you think it's creepy or don't want to, but I guess he's going to try it for a while.

Well, I didn't have too much to write about today, so I just opened the sphincter and ... this is what came out. ;-)

Good regards, Ribo Nuff

This has been a fictional work by Ribo Nuff.

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