Lucky

This morning on my way in to work, I did as I usually do - drive downtown, find a spot in the parking garage, take the stairs to the walkway, etc.

But today on my path something surprized me.

I happened across someones bed. At least that's what I assessed it to be. There it was, in the stairwell of the parking structure - a large cardboard box was flattened out on the landing to buffer the concrete & dirt & wet. Newspapers were spread at one end, to provide another "clean" layer before putting one's head down. And an abandoned plastic bag, poised as if more of a useful vessel than garbage, with what looked like a wonderbread wrapper sticking out was sitting there, as if its owner placed it there deliberately and intended to reach in again.

I passed this same setup on my way out of work - everything still in place, except now a muddy path from wet feet trampled across the cardboard bed.

I know that homelessness is a reality for many. But seeing this today once again reminded me just how lucky I am.

No Gym Membership Required.

Put your money into purchasing a push-type snowblower instead & move to Milwaukee.

It's been a great weekend for this form of exercise – you can work most main muscle groups (if you aren’t aware of the ones you’re using you’ll know it the following day) and while you are at it, you can get some "fresh" air (with bonus of exhaust odor).

Personally, I’d take doing this sort of thing anyday over visiting the gym. No offense to my Y membership, but it is somehow satisfying to see the progress I’ve made as the pavement slowly shows itself, as opposed to walking on a conveyer belt going nowhere.

and oh yah – it seems that the first blog post anyone makes has to have a comment such as “gee, I decided to start a blog, so here it is…”

so here it is.