Sweat. Pain. Stress. Torture. Relief. Joy. Torment. Determination. Laughter. Annoyance. All these emotions pass over the many faces here at the gym today. I do not know if this is normal having never payed close attention to others working out around me. I find myself conflicted over working out. Like why do I have to do this. Why don’t I just eat better. Then I come to my senses and remember that times have changed as technology has made certain obstacles easier or nonexistent. Now we not only have to watch what we eat but also try to fit in the extra physical activity that would have been part of everyday life. Why can’t “the fat just walk away…”.
Some photos of WWI veterans with their tin masks, some surviving pieces, and a couple WWI plastic surgery photographs. Sorry if this offends you somehow; I find it fascinating.
Because of advances made in medicine, in WWI far more soldiers were surviving disfiguring facial injuries than ever before; this led to the rise in cosmetic surgery and prosthetics- the masks, though more aesthetically appealing than the early plastic surgery, were unsettling because they obviously didn’t move with the wearer’s face, creating a dead-eyed, doll like look. They fell out of favor by WWII, but many men who had received tin masks kept and used them for life.
I appreciate that they incorporated this bit of history into “Boardwalk Empire” via the Richard Harrow character.
It was late in the day and the shop was about to close. The autumn night had already descended upon them like deaths blanket brought on by a ghostly wind. Shivers ran through all and chilled their souls as the front door burst open.
“What the hell was that?” Ella asked the others as she turned towards them. Scared white faces stared back at her, unable to speak. “Guys, what was that?”
Haleigh was the first to seem to come back to reality. “That was really strange, but it was probably just the wind,” sounding like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.
“Can we finish up so we can get outta here as quickly as possible?” Rosie pleaded to the others. “I’m super freaked out right now.”
Everyone agreed to finish up quickly, moving through their routine with an urgency about them. All kept looking over their shoulders and jumping at any sudden movements and sounds.
“Finished! Finally. Let’s go. Everyone grab their stuff. I’ll let you out and then lock up,” said Ella.
“Awesome sauce!” exclaimed Rosie. She and Haleigh went in the back, got their stuff, and Ella let them out.
Ella went back in to set the alarm, gathered her belongings and left, turning to lock the door. Then as she was pulling the key from the lock, she felt someone tug on her hair.
“Alright guys. I’m freaked out enough. It’s not funny,” Ella said. She turned to confront her friends and realized that no one was there. All she saw was a small stuffed penguin at the base of a tree, smiling back.
So I’m really sorry but I can’t post a video today. Totally lame! I know. So I’m posting this instead because this is all I got.
So I’m in Maine this weekend for my cousins wedding. It’s being held at my great uncles house. It’s on an island that get no signal. I get one bar of signal at the hotel.
It was quite a long night to get here. My parents took a red eye out Thursday night. I hate red eyes. It’s really hard for me to sleep on them and my neck always hurts. And this was after a full day of work. Then we had a 4 hour layover in Chicago. We finally got in to Maine at 11 am. So sleepy! It is so beautiful here and so green! I’ll post a picture of a sunset tomorrow.
I went to the beach today with my parent, I lovingly call them “rents” , and it was a gorgeous day! It was a bit cold because of the wind, but beautiful all the same. I finally had a chance to relax. I read some of a book called “Cinderella Ate My Daughter” and took a nap. When I woke, it was to my parents bickering over a game that they were playing.
I normally try to stay out of the sun. (Minimal sun exposure has contributed to my youthful appearance.) I’m really scared of getting burned and cancer and also ending up looking leathery. But even though I lathered up with SPF 50, I got burned. Not bad, but now certain areas of my body are radiating heat and it’s slightly uncomfortable.
I think I was 3 or 4 and I stepped on a piece of glass in the laundry room. But memory can be skewed by being shown photos and told stories that go with those photos as you grow. You think you remember, but you don’t. Its just your brain compensating and filling in the gaps. So I might not actually remember stepping on the glass, but was told the story. I doubt that my parents took photos of that joyous event.
