Uisce looks at his little plant and says, “hey look, my little plant has sprouted! I’d better get some water.”

Uisce goes to the kitchen to get some water.

Uisce gets to the kitchen and says, “gee, I’m hungry. I think I’ll have me some oatmeal.”

Uisce gets some hot water, brings it back to his office, makes some oatmeal.

Uisce looks at his little plant and says, “hey, wait a minute.”

Uisce goes back to the kitchen to get some water.

Uisce gets some cold water, brings it back to his office, waters his little plant.

And now, of course, after pouring two cups of water — you guessed it, Uisce has to pee.

No, nobody bothered to tell me there was a lady on my roof. But four people did care enough about my TV antenna to yell “dude, your TV antenna” or “hey, your antenna is up” or “hey, your antenna”.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. All four of you. I get it. I did get it. My travel trailer’s TV antenna was still up as a left my campsite and headed for the dump station. The crank handle broke while I was trying to get it down, but I needed to get in line for dumping, so…

So… Wifey climbed up on top of the camper while the dumping took place. There’s no ladder, so I gave her a boost, and up she went. A bit premature, though, because while she freed up whatever was keeping the antenna from folding all the way down, I needed to go inside and try to work the crank, such as it was — in its broken state.

But.. our tanks were just about empty and there was somebody waiting behind us, so I needed to get out of the way.

So I checked to make sure that the waste valves were shut, put on the cap, and drove off of the dump site. Yes, Wifey was still on the roof. And while four fellow friendly campers alerted us to the uppage of our antenna, nobody saw fit to tell me there was a lady on the roof. Not one.

I parked for long enough to work that broken crank and fold that antenna down. And then I helped Wifey down off the roof.

The antenna was down. There was no lady on the roof. Mission accomplished. We headed for home.

I just did something today for the very first time. How often can I say that?

Never before have I taken a fitness class. Well the other day the super-cute fitness instructor — Lori is her name — she left a little notice on my desk. “You’re invited,” it said. And it had my name on it, so how could I say no?

Oh my god, I can barely move now. It’s not meant to be a terribly advanced workout, but it’s thirty minutes of abs and glutes — muscles I am barely familiar with, let alone accustomed to “working” in any way. On myself, I mean. That’s a joke. Go ahead and LOL. :)

Anyway, I’m thrilled that I’ll have something new to throw into the mix as I work toward getting these next fifty pounds off. I say “next” because I don’t really intend to stop there. Ideally there is another ten beyond that, and even thought they seem really beyond reach, I know they’re there and they deserve to get the heck out off of me.

I told Lori I’ll be back for the next class — it’s twice a week — and I will. I can feel the pounds melting off already. OK, who am I kidding? I can’t feel much of anything right now! :)

Thirteen Numbersinspired by one of Mar’s comments last week — her question is #1, by the way 
1. Number of ice cubes in my whiskey: 2
2. Number of hours of TV I watch per week: 9.5
3. Number of miles each way in my daily commute: 21
4. Number of states I have visited: 29
5. Number of seconds between red buoys #6 and #8: 34.75
6. Number of minutes in my noon workout: 40
7. Number of pounds I’ve lost since mid-April: 51
8. Number of pounds I bench press most days: 90
9. Number of minutes spent on crosswords since last TT: 297
10. Number of posts in this here blog: 583
11. Number of items in my iTunes library: 707
12. Number of items in my iPhoto library: 1,471
13. Number of miles I’ve put on my car since last fall: 20,400

Well begun is HALF DONE!!

Yes, I’m half-way to my weight loss goal!! I always weigh myself after my workout and I’m thrilled to report that since the middle of April I have lost… ::drumroll:: 51 pounds!!

It’s been right around twenty weeks since… well I don’t need to rehash the why, do I? It’s out there in the fitness category, I’m sure… 51 pounds in 20 weeks. Can I lose another 49 pounds in the coming twenty weeks? I hardly think so — it’s so much easier at the beginning. Twenty weeks from now is somewhere in the fourth week of January. Another month, maybe? Could it be that by the end of February I’ll reach my goal? I’d sure like to think so!

And then what? No, not that. Oh well, I’ve always said that was the reason. But it’s just fun to think about. I’ll have done it for myself. And I guess that’s really the only way, after all.