bob costas said, "fakey." heh

pappy came in this weekend, and words are insufficient to explain how great it was to have him around for a bit. i think he actually enjoyed himself while he was here - which says a lot for the man who once (and perhaps still) abhored san francisco, swearing that 'every homeless person approaches him.' our time together soon revealed that every homeless person approaches everyone.

dad has recently annexed the genre of 'diet and nutrition' to his bountiful wealth of knowledge. after his 50lb good weight loss in the previous 3-5 months and talking to him about it, i have learned of the benefits of drinking 6 glasses of water a day (sometimes i pretend that i am chugging beer. really. it somehow works for me. sorry grandpa), eating veggies, boca burgers, nuts n seeds, berries and no potatoes... like... ever. due to conversations this weekend with him and stacey, i just returned from the grocery store with tons of foods that i would have never considered placing in my highly-sought-after-by-some-of-the-locals grocery cart. mom please don't bug him with any of the information i wrote in here. um, please.

when not talking about dad's anticipated vegetarianism (really. from the man who ate more meat growing up than a vulture) and levels of consciousness when doing yoga (stares into computer screen) - we wandered around a ton. i think he really liked my neighborhood. aaaaah - the neighborhood that those of all ages and sizes can enjoy.

i feel tons better and more alert today than i have since high school - and i think its from all the freaking water ive been drinking. i pee like 18 times a day (again, sorry to the grandfather) - but i have a ton more energy. wiiierd.

this epi-pepsi shit has gotten the wheels a'turnin in my tiny, malfunctioning (ha) brain. things that i no longer feel comfy doin:

1) jay-walking (but i loooove it, it makes me feel so urban chic)
2) bench pressing free weights (damn)
3) working a loafer job (ie coffee shop/waitress) as i had planned to do next year. this tiny 48 yr-old needs health insurance, by jove, so onto the 'real job' hunt. grad schools dates have passed so that's out.
4) grocery shopping being i have to walk 1/4 mile with heaps of heavy bags strapped to my body. but this has to happen because i really, really like 4% of food products. (this is a lot of products).

woe is me. oh. oh. woe is me.

so no big deal. i have more tests comin up, this time on heart this wed-nes-day with results next week. itll be fine. and thanks for the kind words, prayers and surprisingly strong gut-punches during the previous few weeks. i really appreciate each of them. i feel fine and look fiiiiiine etc so don't worry.

why do i really really heart stars, magnetic fields and broadcast so much lately.

take care out there -