Grabbing the pole, let them eat cake
I felt like burning off some frustration last night so after work I headed outside for some bar work. The sets had various exercises including quite a few on the pole portion of my high bar. The hold in the picture is called a clutch flag.
I continued the body weight work later indoors on my parallelettes as I tried to get through some of the growing pile of Tivo recordings. I actually am starting to just delete certain shows without watching them. They were shows that Ali and I would typically watch together. I have found some of them just aren’t all that fun to watch if you don’t have someone there to exchange commentary with so they have been dumped.
Last night the neighbor’s daughter knocked on my door and asked if I had any spare eggs, she was making a cake but was eggless. Well I just happened to have a full carton of eggs that I planned to hard boil but had not gotten around to yet. I gave her 4 eggs and was rewarded a couple hours later with a piece of cake. A fair trade if you ask me.
As I was in the office I saw Thina shoot by my window, evidently she managed to get loose and immediately came over to see her best friend (me). Unfortunately just as I was getting up to go see her I saw the hispanic owner walking across my yard with leash in hand. He leashed her up and took her back to her unhappy home.
Today Howard announced his long time cherished bulldog, Bianca died. He and Beth were very attached to the dog and Howard broke down repeatedly when he tried to talk about her. Of course I immediately felt compassion for what he was going through, knowing and dreading how I will feel when that day comes for me.