IMHO, a self-made man usually shows all the flaws of every DIY project I’ve ever seen.

Nevertheless, I’ve embarked on a self-improvement kick.

For example, yesterday I walked eight (8) leagues … er … miles … uhm … kilometers … OK … blocks. Well, 8 blocks is just about 2/3 of a mile and pretty close to a kilometer.

I walked to the convenience store to buy a pack of cigarets. AND back home afterwards!

OK, so a walk to buy cigarets isn’t all that great a health improvement, but at least I didn’t drive and pollute and contribute to the “energy crisis”.

I also did a pushup and a situp. Whew! Soon, they’ll be calling me “Iron Man”.

I’m also watching my diet.

Last night at dinner, I refused to have red meat and had chicken instead. It’s a cholesterol thing, you know. Yes, I felt quite virtuous with my chicken enchilada covered in cheese and sour cream, knowing the good I was doing to my arteries.

On the intellectual front, I’m trying to learn to speak French. I have CDs in my car and listen to the lessons except when I listen to Edith Piaf sing in French. So far, I’ve learned that “oui” means “yes”. Pretty good, eh? Oh, and I can also talk through my nose, a big step in French speaking apparently.

I watched a glass-making demonstration last night at a new gallery at NW 11 and Western. The Bewleys were showing their work, which I love, along with a variety of other artists. Loved the show, really loved the new space they’ve created there, and found out that making glass is very hot work. Thus, not likely to be one of my own mediums for expression. Sweating over a hot laptop keyboard is more my style.

Yesterday was also MindOverMary’s last day in town. She flew out about 4 p.m. to be restored to her S.C. porch and lake view. I already miss her. We had a lot of fun while she was here and some really great talks. Love you, little sis.

My son, Jack, called yesterday, trying to weasel his way back into the will after blowing me off on my birthday last month. Darn the boy (he’s 40 and hardly a boy anymore, but what the heck?), I love him too much to stiff him and I’ll probably let him have a share of the booty when I croak. What the hell would his sister do with my silk ties and black socks anyway?

Have a great weekend, everybody!
Love you lots!
Bye!

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