Poodle-fest is over! Although it was incredibly humid, we had a good finale walk last night. I didn’t realize how much I talk to them while we’re walking until some guy whose home we were passing asked if they ever answered me back. So then I was super aware of talking to them and realized it was a lot. What can I say, they’re good listeners.
I’m going to use part of my poodle pay to rejoin the gym on Monday. Short of paying the utility bill, I can’t think of a better way to spend it. I’m really looking forward to my “regular” workouts for awhile, and then I’ll get bored and start playing around again. But I’ll have variety at the gym, which is what I’m craving right now.
Just in time for my rejuvenated training efforts, a friend
goaded invited me to come play on DailyMile:
Actually, I thought I already had an account there (where don’t I have an account?), but apparently not. And even if I’d had one, I wasn’t using it. I usually just jot down my exercise o’ the day in my notebook. I’ll probably still do that, but I’ll also try this for a while, just for kicks and cupcakes. Feel free to friend me if you’re tracking there!
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Taking a moment to vent…Memaw took my parents and me to lunch today. When we arrived, there was a short (5-10 minutes) wait for a free table. This wouldn’t normally be a problem, but my 91-year old grandmother had been out and about with us all morning and was starting to feel it. I looked around for a place for her to sit, but the three lobby seats were all taken–one by another older woman and the two others by a father (50-ish) and his teenager son.
After waiting a wee bit for one of them to offer his seat to my grandmother, I caught the father’s eye and then looked at Memaw, thinking he would get the hint. Nada. I did it again. More nada. So I stepped over to the host and quietly asked if there was an extra chair anywhere. (Didn’t want Memaw to know a fuss was being quietly made on her behalf.) Without any prompting whatsoever, the host looked at the father-person who just stared right back, as if daring to be asked to stand.
Now, father and son were both obese/morbidly obese, which I offer not as a criticism (former pot/kettle), but as a possible explanation for the father’s refusal to offer his seat. I thought it was possible that he had a mobility issue and perhaps couldn’t stand for a longer period. But honestly, I couldn’t see why he didn’t prompt his son to get up. The kid could play his stupid iphone video game just as well standing up, or he could do as a teen-aged girl did and perch on top of the row of high chairs.
I was afraid of causing a scene if I asked one of them to stand, and Memaw would have been mortified to be at the center of a squabble, so I gave them both the stink eye and turned away. But they earned another stink eye when their name was called and they fairly leaped out of their chairs and hurried to their table. No mobility issues at all, from what I could see.
Anyway, I grabbed a seat for Memaw and another grandmotherly type with two young kids in tow, and we all had a nice chat while we waited. Memaw survived in good form and polished off a double cheeseburger and fries.
Okay, vent over. To me, it’s just common courtesy to offer your seat to someone older. Is that customary where you live? Or am I out of date?
Wishing you all a happy weekend….