Dee F.'s Profile
- Dee: Never tried this before. Should have, it is sort of fun, but when I was a lad, boys didn't. [We were too busy guarding sheep or running the trap lines.] Went down and up the set of steps to warm up, then off I hopped down the drive to the Pike for the mail. Got some strange looks from the Cows, but they needed some gossip ammo for the next cud chewing meet. Got even stranger looks from my neighbors passing by on the trek to town. Odd, but they never stop by to chat. I guess they are in too much of a hurry to do good deeds in town.
Dog: Hop Scotch is for Poodles. Now quit your funning and lets Yum. April 23, 2014 at 15:12 UTC
- Dee: Warmed up on Swiss Ball, did some isometrics, fed Himself [Dog] Out the front door, down the set of DC steps, and skipped off into space, er down to the mailbox. Did my interpretation of Ali's Jingle, to wit I sang, "Float down the steps, skip like a Dee. Wonder what next rhyme should be."
Did 60 Seconds. [Over achiever, that is me. Wait, that the next rhyme.] Heart rate up, so stopped and took my pulse. 80 bpm. Picked up 20 bpm in just a minute. Good DC.
Dog: Down he gambols like puppy. Now he's back with my Yum-ee April 22, 2014 at 14:53 UTC
- Dee: Off the Swiss Ball,
Down the long Hall,
Skiing You all.
Hope I don't fall.
Good DC. It is hard to walk down to the pike, that way, Military that I am, but I'll pretend I am an Alaskan National Guard Ski Trooper. Fun time. I used two stocker canes [For working cattle, normally.] for the poles as my arms just want to swing in sync with the opposite leg, otherwise.
Dog: Oh all right, I'll play, "Saint Bernard," but put Yums in the little barrel, in case we do get lost. April 21, 2014 at 15:33 UTC
- Dee: Very hard DC, today. Hard for me, perhaps not to basement apartment folks. The DC says, , “The next time you encounter a flight of steps . . . take it up. . . .” [That's the first part, the second you reverse and go back down, and the third part is you go back up again.] But I live in a basically one story house. No flights leading up to accomplish the first part. Steps going down to the ground, but none going up. I considered the attic, but that requires a ladder. True I do have a step ladder, but I don't think that qualifies for a flight of steps, and the instructions on the ladder prohibit going all the way up on it “Do Not Stand on or above this Step” label on the penultimate step. So what to do. Consultation time with my spiritual Guru in the meditation room [AKA Pantry.]
Dog: Worry not, Aged twolegger. Toss a Yum out the window, I'll jump out and you follow me [bearing rations] and you can walk around to the front door and use the flight of steps that lead to the porch and then go up and down and up again and we'll celebrate with Yums.
Dee: A Grand Thought, So I went behind the Swiss Ball at the Computer, Took the plastic weather film off, opened the sash, removed the aluminum sliding storm window, and then unlatched the screen and pushed it out and up. Remembered it need to be chocked, so lowered it and went and found a long thick dowel rod [Broom Handle] and again opened the screen outward, propped it up, and discovered no Yum to toss. I know I put it down somewhere. Oh well, I went back to the pantry and got some more. Back to the computer room, tossed the Yum out. Dog followed, and I followed Dog, less gracefully to the ground.
Dog: He exited the window as I did, but I landed on my front legs, and he landed on his head, I think, and did somersaults. Show off.
Dee: Found front porch steps managed to climb then, turn around and go back down, and, exhausted, crawl back up to the Porch. Mission acompli! Went to the front door and it was locked. We were locked out of the house.
Dog: But he did bring an ample ration of Yums. April 21, 2014 at 4:38 UTC
- Dee: Boxer's workout. I used to run that class in the mornings at the local gym. Took over from my mentor, a World Champion Pro Boxer. Good teacher and full of fun stories like when he was teaching a Senior Citizen Boxing class at another gym and was friendly sparring with a legendary "Little Old Lady in Black (Boxing) Gloves" and took his eyes off her for just a moment and she punched between his gloves, got him in the face and; "It landed soft, but caught me by surprise and I got tangled in my feet and fell. The humor of it all gave me the giggles, and she was horrified, while the rest of the class thought I had done it on purpose." The morals of that, Dear Pugilists, are three, to wit: One; Never underestimate your opponent. Two; Keep you guard up and protect your mask [face]. Three: Never lose your sense of the ridiculous.
Dog: And the twolegger not only did the DC, he even remembered his corner man, well dog, with Yums. April 20, 2014 at 2:57 UTC
- Now speaks the Dee;
In re DC;
But not with glee,
It worked my knee.
Actually, This is a good exercise, if the athlete uses common sense and doesn't go hog wild having fun. Yesterday, I mowed the front lawn, ignored too long and wild and woolly. For more of a workout I used the push power mower. I provided the push, Briggs and Stratton the power. A bit unfair to blame DC for the result of my own sloth. The DC way is aerobic. My push mower exercise was almost isometric, I moved so slowly around and around in ever decreasing circles not unlike that bird of fable that, well never-mind, [It finally disappeared, you will recall.]
Dog pities thee,
So let us flee,
To the Pantry.
For you coffee,
And Yums for me.
: April 18, 2014 at 15:52 UTC