Precor Elliptical, 30' @ 13/20 resistance, 20/20 incline, no weights because increased resistance, 3775 strides, 425 calories. More captain's-chair abdominal leg lifts.
Also I might have bought a professional massage for the first time ever. All of it was great, but I think next time I will have the masseur just pull my skull away from my shoulders for the full period, because that was the best. It was deep-tissue massage, and I was supposed to be sore afterward, like next day. No sign of that yet, and I don't expect to be. Maybe I need to have another. Yes, I think so.
Goodness me, I'm being social.
Friday Kal and I went to TCLD to hear Jared Diamond speak about, more interesting than read from, his book Collapse, which I'm in the middle of.
Saturday morning my mother pulled her "My daughter is an abused neglected spouse" thing because I am not currently in Barcelona and though I do distinguish between Europe and south Florida I countered with Key Largo. Instead of enthusing about beach and sun and water and dolphins, she asked if I was going to see my father while in Florida, whereupon I went to the gym and worked out my frustration.
Then Kal came over to watch the 1972 BBC version of "Emma," which we had expected to be indifferently produced, but not indifferently acted, and we lasted about four minutes--disappointed in Mr. Woodhouse and Emma, and then disgusted in Mr. Knightley, whom I don't expect to be Jeremy Northam all the time, but gack. "You might not see one in a hundred, with gentleman so plainly written as in Mr. Knightley," could not be stretched to apply to this actor.
Instead we went to the zoo as soon as we finished our grilled cheese-and-tomato sandwiches. It was a gorgeous day anyway, heretical to spend in the basement watching television, unforgivable if bad television. At the zoo, we cooed and awwed over the five-month-old lion cubs scampering and frolicking and leaping on their parents and aunts; and finally saw the okapi calf, now nearly as big as its parents and therefore pretty but not cute; and also saw the November-born giraffe named Dash; and marveled over the seven-month-old baby gorilla.
The docent said the baby was then straying farther from his mother--four or five feet--than he had ever see him go. When I first saw the baby, this summer, he looked like a human newborn, with bigger eyes and stronger fingers--his mother's preferred mode of transport is on her right hind leg. Now he looks more gorilla-y in build.
In the evening Trish and Jared and I went to the Rocky Mountain Diner and to "Sideways," which was great. Trish bemoaned my musical ignorance but helped by giving me Beth Orton covering "Wild World," and neither of them tried to take my Junior Mints from me, so it was fun.
Sunday I didn't leave the house but read all day, not Collapse but Pride and Prejudice because I am a sick pup. But Blake and I enjoyed ourselves.
Then Monday was the first meeting of Scarf's newly formed book group, for women in South City Park. We--she, five other female neighbors, Kal, and I--discussed Cowboys Are My Weakness and ate chili. It was really good. I don't expect to find voracious readers everywhere, like in my very neighborhood, but maybe I should. Not all were voracious, but they were readers, and that's enough for me.
Social, wheee!