My Day Just Got Better

I was bitching about having to run up and down the stair trying to deal with server and network problems.

At least I was until I found out that cop I know, who works out at McCarran International Airport here in Las Vegas, had the pleasure of dealing with a Spirit airlines passenger, who took off all his clothes and approached a flight attendant.

Don’t know the details, but it’s time to cue up the “Snakes on a Plane” jokes.

Exercise is Good for You

“Exercise is good for you.” We’ve all heard it, but, personally, I think the first person to make that statement had a sideline selling pain meds.

I’m trying to change old habits –again–, but when I got up this morning, in addition to my normal aches and pains, my good leg started to spasm. This is not how any of us want to start our day. The cause of this latest pain was starting a light exercise routine.

Look, I know I’ll never be 24 and skinny ever again.
Me drunk and 24

But I also don’t want to be like this guy again. –Except for the cold beer and the two cuties. I was at least 70lb overweight and probably would have had a heart attack if they’d have taken me up on my suggestion. –At least I’d have died happy.
Me drunk and fat in 2009

I have a treadmill that I use as a treadmill, not a clothesline.
NordicTrack treadmill

I’m putting an effort into this change and because I’m doing it for me, and not to impress anyone, I may have a modicum of success. I even bought a stretchy jump rope looking thingie for those days when I can’t use free weights because my left shoulder is screaming.

I’ve also gone to great lengths to cut back on the amount of food I eat. Which is tough, because I tend to feed my taste buds, not my stomach. And yes, I can make top-ramen edible, but why would I want to unless my cupboards were completely bare.

So it looks like I’m heading over to Trader Joe’s in the morning to buy a bunch of frozen dinners, like Tikka Masala or Lamb Vindaloo. They start at $3.50, go up to around $5, are only about 600 calories and take 6 or 7 minutes to cook. They save money, they save time, they taste good, but they’d be much better if there was more food.

Ah well, I can always fill up with a salad…. Not effing likely.

Fixing What’s Wrong Around the House

I’m going to be unemployed as of the 21st of August. So I’ve started getting ready to rip the house apart.

Plan A was to replace the tub with a shower, but a realtor told me that a lot of people still want a tub. So, I’ve left the wallboard in place and I’m shopping for a new surround.
Getting ready for the new surround

That’s only if I can get the stains out of the tub. If not, I’ll replace it too.

After that, it’s back to the kitchen and a new counter, and so-on.

I figure I’ve got a good six weeks worth of work around the house before I need to start worrying about what to do with my time.

Humidity in Las Vegas

The humidity is at 28% here in Vegas, the temp’s 100°, and it’s taking its toll.

I got up -a bad start- and everything hurt. I figured it was just arthritis from beating myself up for all these years, but once I stood up, I swear the entire room shifted, and I found myself hoping my head would explode and relieve the pressure.

I’ve got perpetual sinus trouble, in fact, I can’t even scuba dive anymore, so I’m used to it. But seems that the current problem stems from my becoming so acclimated to our normally dry air that on my bad days it only takes a little humidity totally mess up my system. Which is weird, because I’ve been a lot of places where 28% was a dry spell and it never bothered me.

I figured out how to fix the problem:
First you take Pseudoephedrine with four aspirin
Pseudoephedrine and aspirin
and then you take a tall shot of vodka.
Jewel of Russia Ultra Vodka black label
Yup, a bad combination if ever there was one, and my doctor is probably yelling at the monitor because he’s not here to yell at me. But within a half an hour I started feeling better.

I’ll admit that my gut’s a bit of a mess, but on the whole, I’m feeling pretty good, so it’s a fair trade.

Heck, this morning I couldn’t even look at food, but now I’m drinking coffee and wondering what I have in the fridge.

So all’s as right with the world as it’s likely to get.

Remembering Santorini

I stayed for almost two months in a villa in Oia (Ia) on Santorini many years ago, and for some reason, I’ve found myself thinking about it a lot.

These photos aren’t mine, I found them on one of the free photo sites. Mine are in a box somewhere. (This is the trouble with slides -transparencies-, they take up physical space and need to be stored.)
white houses and windmills in Oia on Santorini

They hadn’t built the cable cars when I was there.

So if you came by ship, these donkeys were the easiest way to climb the 600+/- steps to Fira.

When I was there the steps were slippery, even when they were dry and I’m told they still are. So watch your step and keep an eye peeled for donkey shit and piss.

As you can see from the pictures Santorini is a beautiful place, but it’s arid and what running water there is comes from a desalination plant. So don’t plan on cooking with it.

The villa I stayed in had a cistern, but in June, July, and August they get less than an inch of rain. So any plants you see rely on the morning dew.

Speaking of water, things sure have changed since I was there, I’ve been told that there’s now a water park out on one end of the island.

My two-month stay was fun, but I was young and easily amused. Wine, ouzo, and naked women were the order of the day. Now staying drunk for days on end is more than I can handle. On the other hand, I could use a young naked woman in my life.

The bottom line is, everybody should make the trip at least once. But I don’t suggest staying for months because you can only stare at just so many beautiful sunsets before you go island happy.