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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Please come join me in spirit if not in body... regarding my resumption of daily/mostly nightly constitutional I accompany my dark shadow... (small number of hours before edge of night, where twilight zone evokes night gallery - drawing celestial sphere closer to me from the outer limits), and resumed walking a circuit around perimeter of parking lot imbibing the scent of Mother Nature beginning today after a hiatus of countless years - aiming to foster stamina before returning to the contra dance - in Mount Airy after Paul Halpern reconfigures pertinent characteristics post cataract surgery to fit appropriate spectacles) meanwhile yours truly (me) exercises his right to bare arms air supply sustained by breezy temperate twenty seventh (seal of Bergmanian September two thousand and twenty four, and perhaps if regularly habituate myself to said stroll physical endeavors may one day find me to cantor or trot and stop horsing around. Yours truly realized modus operandi to kombat (mortal) lethargy; last year, he did stride rite around resident parking lot area (here at Highland Manor apartments) then usually at approximately 19:00 hours each day casually bumbling and ambling one lap after another counting one hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three... coordinated with deep breathing to distract self from repetitiveness. Modicum of walking exercise benefits this sexagenarian in tandem yours truly began burning ghee (my slang for calories) while maintaining sitting position placing each foot in strap and pedalling lightweight machine against adjusted tension. Aside from strengthening leg muscles choosing to while away time by disciplining myself with former or latter, both modes of physical fitness also help keep anguish at bay (plus sublimating, and redirecting formerly tied in with hair compulsion) mental duress triggered courtesy of property management constituting: Zoftig, the warden and maintenance man, (a recent hire), the first two whose invisible clutches asphyxiate me and the missus hounding us to keep one bedroom apartment in shipshape order and particularly and somewhat unpleasant to wipe away fruit fly feces (cuz exterminator informed us said itty bitty teeny weeny insect breeds within their yellowish gummy waste matter) prompting us to Google search senior low income apartment facilities, spurring spurious query wondering whether any anonymous reader might be able, eager, ready and willing to hand over keys to main lodging including carriage house, we would even settle for a dog house or (in a manor of writing) Yukon assign access rights to access an excellent outlook. Sense and sensibility concerning the emotional fallout brought about by sedentariness (essentially affecting me to feel glum, melancholy, and ruminative) helped goad generic indigent solitary man (practically self quarantined his whole mucked up adult life), hence not inconvenienced when coronavirus COVID-19 wrought havoc and mayhem. Just on the cusp of experiencing joie de vivre, the triumvirate of Crooks and Quade figuratively swoop down to announce re: inspection of apartment unit B44 whenever they deem appropriate. Thus series of unfortunate events (linkedin with bull limey Lemony Snicket bro) got sidelined nsync with contracting a minor bout with deadly Amish Flu symptoms include feeling horse and a little buggy found garden variety reasonable rhymer faux being bedridden (just pretending to get sympathy) once again feigning feeling a little horse and buggy (ha), incapacitated to craft original signature poetry writing, cuz for your edification most of these words written at least a couple years ago. An honest to dog confession regarding hiatus spewing forth vociferous versatile vocabulary mine words - worth their weight in gold (told woofer I do not know), nevertheless included perusing a gamut of reading material. The passion to engross intellect witnessed courtesy immersing attention, concentration, excitation gratification, intoxication; knowledge prized more precious than fine spun gold. Likewise crafting (albeit painstakingly) elusive notions that flit to and fro hither and yon (analogous to ping pong ball) within parameters of microscopically crenellated sixty plus shades of gray matter also constitutes fervent interest.
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