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January 07-13 2013
Jan. 14th, 2013 04:12 pmMonday 07- fairly nice day with not a cloud in sight.
I did my stretches, yoga, ran up the hill with 5 lbs, core trainer, and punched the heavybag for two minutes.
I haven't been feeling up to snuff for the past week or so. I had to cut down on my exercising, the Harley now wont start, Huell Howser passed away yesterday (Really big shock), and then when I was coming back from shopping my car died in the middle of the intersection and I couldn't get it started back up... cars were honking at me. I tried to push it myself but I was on a slight incline. Yes, stalling in the middle of an intersection is not a very safe place to be during rush hour! A young woman came and then a man to help me push it off to the side of the road. Another driver named James came a little later to help and we tried to get it going again, but it was to no avail. I ended up calling AAA to come tow me home. A really nice young man named Tommy from Hill’s Towing came about forty minutes later. We went over the engine, like I did with James, trying to determine what was wrong, but found nothing we could fix on the spot. We ended up towing the Cougar to my home. I was totally burned out last night and ended up doing nothing but sulk... It is actually good for me to sulk because it gives me time to figure out what I need to do to set things straight. I did watch two episodes of “Elementary”; a new one and another I had missed when I was doing the National Novel Writing Month.
I never met Huell Howser, but I've seen his house and also most of his shows...He was only 67... it's making me think about reassessing my priorities... I think getting my 4 books published and printed are going to be at the top. I believe the only reason I'm procrastinating getting them published is the thought that they might be really really bad, but then I remember I am doing it because I liked writing and not for any financial gain or to become popular...
Tuesday 08- a beautiful day with temps into the low 60s.
I did my stretches, yoga, ran a mile and a half, core trainer, and punched the heavybag for five minutes.
I am feeling better today, little steps...
I got the Harley running. Looks like I need a new battery for it because it doesn’t keep a charge for more than a day and I’ll have to start it every morning until I do. I drove it down to collect my mail at Lear Ave. and then stopped off at Mac’s and jawed for a long spell. He had a can of Quick Start that I’ll use to see if the engine overturns; if it does it is the fuel system that’s the problem.
I watched “Mission Impossible 3” (2006) and thought it was rather well done and took my mind off things.
I watched season 2 episode 2 of “Voyager” Ensign Harry Kim awakens in another timeline on Earth.
Wednesday 09- another nice day but a little hazy.
I did my stretches and yoga. I’ve decided to take Wednesdays as a rest day along with Saturday and Sunday for a spell and see how that works out.
I'm going online and doing searches on the Cougar. I know it's in the fuel system now because I sprayed some Quick Start in the air intake and it turned over, so I know it ain't getting no fuel.
Called my friend Joel and he is safe and sound back home from surgery and doing okay.
On Monday when we towed the Cougar back we left it in a spot where it was blocking my truck, so I had to push the Cougar out of the way and all that really hard pushing around in the dirt tired me out.
I watched “Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol” (2011) and that was just as good as the one I watched yesterday night.
Thursday 10- a very cold and blustery day!
I did my stretches, yoga, core trainer, and punched the heavybag for two minutes. It was just too dang cold and windy to do any running, actually it was too dang miserable outside to do much of anything. I Spent most of the day doing research on the Cougar for parts and such.
I watched a movie called “The Lost Tribe”. On an island in the Caribbean is the missing link to humans and the Vatican sends a hit team to kill off the researchers, but everyone ends up dead. Later sailboat picks up a wounded man at sea who, in the dead of night sails the boat into a reef, sinking the boat and stranding everyone on the island. Weren’t that great of a movie but it had its moments.
Friday 11- cold bitter day. A cold bitter day it was. The kind of cold that seeps deep down into your marrow and lies silently waiting for the abyssal rest of eternity.
I did my stretches and went outside and came right back inside, dang cold out there!
I updated the Copper Mountain Mesa Website and sent out the Newsletter.
Linda H. came around my place at 6pm to drop off some baby back ribs she picked up at Vons. I ate a few and saved the rest for later. That was really nice of her :)
I watched a new episode of “Elementary” called “M”...love the show!
Saturday 12- very cold but sunny.
I did my stretches, yoga, ran up my hill carrying 5lbs, core trainer, and punched the heavybag for two minutes.
There has been a Homeland Security warning on Java for the last couple of days and I took it off all my computers. My computers and I didn’t even know it was gone after I took it off.
I watched season 2 episode 3 of “Voyager” Felix and Paris are both jealous over each other’s love for Kes.
Sunday 13- Still very cold and the temps got down to 11 degrees sometime this morning with a high of 38 for the rest of the day.
I did my stretches.
Stayed inside all day because of the cold. Messed around with the computers and cleaned the house some.
Remember those baby back ribs my neighbor Linda brought over last Friday? I ate the whole bunch of them... I'm probably going to hell they tasted so good!
I watched the movie “Outland” (1981) a Federal Marshal finds a drug distribution ring going on in a mining installation on Jupiter’s moon Io.
Here’s what may be the beginning to a book I might write:
A cold bitter day it was. Indeed, the kind of cold that seeps deep down into your marrow and lies silently waiting for the abyssal rest of eternity.
I got the early morning call on the scanner that a body was being retrieved from waters off the fishing wharf by pier 39. Being a freelance reporter for a local newspaper is how I make my way through life, writing about it is how I maintain my sanity.
I arrived and navigated my way through the lookie loos made up of Asian fishermen and white middle class joggers, to the front where I flashed my press credentials to the officer standing guard; he knew who I was anyways but there is protocol we both have to follow.
One always notices, at least I do in circumstances like this, the silence which falls upon the scene at the first sight of the body; kinda like we all feel the impermanence of our own being. I don’t know if it’s true, but it is how I feel and I’ve been to many a scene like this one.
Her opacificated gray eyes matched the morning’s frigid sky she stared defiantly into as the three divers carried her small form from the bay’s somber waters. Little wisps of steam arose from the divers, like a thaw against the morning chill, as they place her body on top of what I knew was a bag.
I had taken discreet pictures of the scene leaving out any of the body; it’s not my way to focus on the morbid cravings of some who search the internet for such things. I feel it takes away what dignity is left to the victim and their family’s grief; plastering it all over the Internet is just plain sick, looking for it is even sicker.
The Medical Examiner kneeled down over the body with his back to me checking for any signs of life I guessed, turned to write something on a clipboard he had resting on his knee, then stood up and nodded to two ambulance attendants standing nearby. They walked over, zipped up the bag, tenderly maneuvered it onto a gurney and wheeled it off towards their vehicle; that’s the best time for me to get some pictures as they slide the gurney into the back, and I took them.
Now to start asking some questions of the men in blue. My first question would be, who was this young woman pulled from the murky waters of San Francisco Bay.
I did my stretches, yoga, ran up the hill with 5 lbs, core trainer, and punched the heavybag for two minutes.
I haven't been feeling up to snuff for the past week or so. I had to cut down on my exercising, the Harley now wont start, Huell Howser passed away yesterday (Really big shock), and then when I was coming back from shopping my car died in the middle of the intersection and I couldn't get it started back up... cars were honking at me. I tried to push it myself but I was on a slight incline. Yes, stalling in the middle of an intersection is not a very safe place to be during rush hour! A young woman came and then a man to help me push it off to the side of the road. Another driver named James came a little later to help and we tried to get it going again, but it was to no avail. I ended up calling AAA to come tow me home. A really nice young man named Tommy from Hill’s Towing came about forty minutes later. We went over the engine, like I did with James, trying to determine what was wrong, but found nothing we could fix on the spot. We ended up towing the Cougar to my home. I was totally burned out last night and ended up doing nothing but sulk... It is actually good for me to sulk because it gives me time to figure out what I need to do to set things straight. I did watch two episodes of “Elementary”; a new one and another I had missed when I was doing the National Novel Writing Month.
I never met Huell Howser, but I've seen his house and also most of his shows...He was only 67... it's making me think about reassessing my priorities... I think getting my 4 books published and printed are going to be at the top. I believe the only reason I'm procrastinating getting them published is the thought that they might be really really bad, but then I remember I am doing it because I liked writing and not for any financial gain or to become popular...
Tuesday 08- a beautiful day with temps into the low 60s.
I did my stretches, yoga, ran a mile and a half, core trainer, and punched the heavybag for five minutes.
I am feeling better today, little steps...
I got the Harley running. Looks like I need a new battery for it because it doesn’t keep a charge for more than a day and I’ll have to start it every morning until I do. I drove it down to collect my mail at Lear Ave. and then stopped off at Mac’s and jawed for a long spell. He had a can of Quick Start that I’ll use to see if the engine overturns; if it does it is the fuel system that’s the problem.
I watched “Mission Impossible 3” (2006) and thought it was rather well done and took my mind off things.
I watched season 2 episode 2 of “Voyager” Ensign Harry Kim awakens in another timeline on Earth.
Wednesday 09- another nice day but a little hazy.
I did my stretches and yoga. I’ve decided to take Wednesdays as a rest day along with Saturday and Sunday for a spell and see how that works out.
I'm going online and doing searches on the Cougar. I know it's in the fuel system now because I sprayed some Quick Start in the air intake and it turned over, so I know it ain't getting no fuel.
Called my friend Joel and he is safe and sound back home from surgery and doing okay.
On Monday when we towed the Cougar back we left it in a spot where it was blocking my truck, so I had to push the Cougar out of the way and all that really hard pushing around in the dirt tired me out.
I watched “Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol” (2011) and that was just as good as the one I watched yesterday night.
Thursday 10- a very cold and blustery day!
I did my stretches, yoga, core trainer, and punched the heavybag for two minutes. It was just too dang cold and windy to do any running, actually it was too dang miserable outside to do much of anything. I Spent most of the day doing research on the Cougar for parts and such.
I watched a movie called “The Lost Tribe”. On an island in the Caribbean is the missing link to humans and the Vatican sends a hit team to kill off the researchers, but everyone ends up dead. Later sailboat picks up a wounded man at sea who, in the dead of night sails the boat into a reef, sinking the boat and stranding everyone on the island. Weren’t that great of a movie but it had its moments.
Friday 11- cold bitter day. A cold bitter day it was. The kind of cold that seeps deep down into your marrow and lies silently waiting for the abyssal rest of eternity.
I did my stretches and went outside and came right back inside, dang cold out there!
I updated the Copper Mountain Mesa Website and sent out the Newsletter.
Linda H. came around my place at 6pm to drop off some baby back ribs she picked up at Vons. I ate a few and saved the rest for later. That was really nice of her :)
I watched a new episode of “Elementary” called “M”...love the show!
Saturday 12- very cold but sunny.
I did my stretches, yoga, ran up my hill carrying 5lbs, core trainer, and punched the heavybag for two minutes.
There has been a Homeland Security warning on Java for the last couple of days and I took it off all my computers. My computers and I didn’t even know it was gone after I took it off.
I watched season 2 episode 3 of “Voyager” Felix and Paris are both jealous over each other’s love for Kes.
Sunday 13- Still very cold and the temps got down to 11 degrees sometime this morning with a high of 38 for the rest of the day.
I did my stretches.
Stayed inside all day because of the cold. Messed around with the computers and cleaned the house some.
Remember those baby back ribs my neighbor Linda brought over last Friday? I ate the whole bunch of them... I'm probably going to hell they tasted so good!
I watched the movie “Outland” (1981) a Federal Marshal finds a drug distribution ring going on in a mining installation on Jupiter’s moon Io.
Here’s what may be the beginning to a book I might write:
A cold bitter day it was. Indeed, the kind of cold that seeps deep down into your marrow and lies silently waiting for the abyssal rest of eternity.
I got the early morning call on the scanner that a body was being retrieved from waters off the fishing wharf by pier 39. Being a freelance reporter for a local newspaper is how I make my way through life, writing about it is how I maintain my sanity.
I arrived and navigated my way through the lookie loos made up of Asian fishermen and white middle class joggers, to the front where I flashed my press credentials to the officer standing guard; he knew who I was anyways but there is protocol we both have to follow.
One always notices, at least I do in circumstances like this, the silence which falls upon the scene at the first sight of the body; kinda like we all feel the impermanence of our own being. I don’t know if it’s true, but it is how I feel and I’ve been to many a scene like this one.
Her opacificated gray eyes matched the morning’s frigid sky she stared defiantly into as the three divers carried her small form from the bay’s somber waters. Little wisps of steam arose from the divers, like a thaw against the morning chill, as they place her body on top of what I knew was a bag.
I had taken discreet pictures of the scene leaving out any of the body; it’s not my way to focus on the morbid cravings of some who search the internet for such things. I feel it takes away what dignity is left to the victim and their family’s grief; plastering it all over the Internet is just plain sick, looking for it is even sicker.
The Medical Examiner kneeled down over the body with his back to me checking for any signs of life I guessed, turned to write something on a clipboard he had resting on his knee, then stood up and nodded to two ambulance attendants standing nearby. They walked over, zipped up the bag, tenderly maneuvered it onto a gurney and wheeled it off towards their vehicle; that’s the best time for me to get some pictures as they slide the gurney into the back, and I took them.
Now to start asking some questions of the men in blue. My first question would be, who was this young woman pulled from the murky waters of San Francisco Bay.
