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We are off to the Rock Pile, where we will bravely endure 90 minutes of cruel and unusual punishment. The horrors awaiting us include forced bicycling, floor exercises performed without the comfort of a mattress, lifting outrageously heavy objects, dragging ropes through a labyrinth of pulleys, and, most shocking of all, forcing our exhausted muscles to hoist entire one-pound dumbbells.
Perhaps it’s my gym suit that upsets the trainers?
Medical experts may someday study our suffering. Historians will write of our courage. Statues may be erected in our honor… assuming we can still lift our arms afterward.
Should we survive this brutal fitness ordeal, we expect a hero’s welcome, a parade, and possibly ice cream. Until then, thoughts and prayers are appreciated.
We are already missing the Perrys; their visit was too short. I was looking up something on Google, and then it came to me, I do NOT need Google when Colleen OR Mary are around.
We made it home, then went to the garden to begin planting our recent purchases.
Silly us…thinking we had an afternoon off! Mid Morning Mary discovered she had a doctor’s appointment in Newport, Neach at 1:00 pm, so while she got cleaned up, I continued working in the garden.
We were back at 3:00 pm, and I returned to the garden while Dr. Mary got ready for the Starlighter’s Board Meeting at our house at 6:00 pm.
Bob Z showed up at 5:00 pm, and everyone else at 6:00 pm. The meeting was fairly short, ending at 7:00 pm. A few hung around with us until 8:00 p,m just sharing memories.
On a serious note…
We are probably going to cease operating the Starlighter as a private dance club in January because many of us on the board have served for 10 years! I have been a secretary and photographer for EIGHTEEN years. We are collectively tired and want others to come in and fill our shoes so we can rest, but alas, NO ONE wants to volunteer.
