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Friday, January 28, 2011

Winter Exercise

We've all been doing what we can to get a little exercise around here. By virtue of her size and determination, Bea's been fitting quite a bit of cycling into her winter schedule.



Today I clocked thirty minutes on friend Sal's treadmill, followed by a spinach salad. Despite Elspeth's observation that "Mommy, it looks like you're going to have another baby," I feel virtuous. Now, if I can only keep it up. Since most of my non-parenting work requires me to sit at a computer and bury myself in the rapid fire of keys (at least my fingers get some exercise), I must find a way to get my legs moving and my heart rate up--I mean, not by hyperventilating or throwing nervous fits, but by beneficial, orderly exercise. And a steady diet of bonbons. My mother just sent some to Martin for his upcoming birthday and so I had to sample, just to make sure they were good enough for him. They aren't--they're good enough for me, me, me!

I'm working on an essay right now, my first essay in quite a while since I turned my attention to other things, like poetry, newspaper columns, fiction and bonbons. The personal essay is perhaps the trickiest genre for me, and brings up many questions, such as how much artistic license I can take for the sake of coherence and flow, while still at least lurking in the doorway of nonfiction. I think I outwitted the genre this time by braiding reflections about my grandmother with a story based on the legends and tales of my Finnish ancestry, all mashed about in my imagination. It's been a lovely bit of diversion during the last couple days of steady snow and cold that grips my fingers when I work upstairs in our freezing bedrooms. Now, for instance, I am dressed in layers with a blanket wrapped about my shoulders and a warm cup of tea on my desk--and my hands are still as cold as if I'd been storing them in the refrigerator. Ah, the charms of an old, beautiful house.

Friday night. More bonbons in my future, I think. Happy weekend, dearies.

5 comments:

Country Girl said...

No bon-bons here, but I had the last piece of Heath Bar cake and (since it was out anyway) a bit of Godiva liquer. Oh yeah.
T

AppDaddy said...

An entire series of stories can be written about your Nana!
All of us who married into the familia have plenty to share.

Of course, the crazy side of your Mom, and all of your Uncles and Aunties most certainly comes from her!

Enjoy the Bon Mots without guilt dearie, you earn each and every one of them!

Amy Phillips said...

Well, as an almost-personal-trainer and fellow essayist, I can relate to your current preoccupations. Outwitting the memoir piece is key; I find I simply can't read personal essays if the head inches even slightly toward the navel. Yet I just received a rejection letter stating I needed to "search deep inside myself," or something along those lines, and be more introspective. Non! Je refuse! (wrote a little about this in a recent post, and somehow built in the mating habits of sloths.)

Kimberly Long Cockroft said...

Amy, I totally agree with the navel-gazing thing. . .why would I want to a. study someone else as they explore their belly-button, or b. fixate on my own navel? There are far better features on which to concentrate--the feet, for instance, especially one's toes. And at least the elbow is funny-looking.

The mating habits of sloths, eh? Well, I'll have to check that out right away. My curiosity is tickled.

Kimberly Long Cockroft said...

AppDaddy,
There are indeed endless stories from those crazy Finnish women, so many, in fact, that I could only choose a few to cover 15 pages. Seems as if I have a few books in my future :).