Okay, how many virgin blogs are 99 44/100% the same!!??

Hellow earled.

He rye yam.

(and I’ll probably have to end with, “goe little book” just like every writer since Ovid on up through Spenser, Lord Byron, and Leonard Cohen!)

I’ve been full of ideas these last few days to the run up of my first blog.  Now I’m here with you —  nothing.  Will it be like this every day?  (“Every day!” sez you. “How deep is my obligation to come back to this page?”)

So – while I’ll never manage the brevity of a twitter or a tweet,

I’ll endeavor to keep it short and sweet.

I’d like to laugh with you – and cry with you, too.  Not too much crying; just enough for a good weepy when needed.  And, really, how much crying can we do about exercise??

Today I’ll just call on an email pass-along to help me out.  Stan’s old Air Force buddy Frank sent this:  For those of us that don’t exercise yet, this is a great way to get started!!  Even I can do this one:

EXERCISE FOR PEOPLE OVER 50

Begin by standing on a comfortable surface, where you have plenty of room at each side. With a 5-lb potato bag in each hand, extend your arms straight out from your sides and hold them there as long as you can.  Try to reach a full minute, and then relax.

Each day you’ll find that you can hold this position for just a bit longer.   After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-lb potato bags.

Then try 50-lb potato bags and then eventually try to get to where you can lift a 100-lb potato bag in each hand and hold your arms straight for more than a full minute. (I’m at this level.)

After you feel confident at that level, put a potato in each bag.

See?  lol!

“Go, litel bok . . .
And red whereso thow be, or elles songe,
That thow be understood, God I biseche!”

Chaucer ended “Troilus and Cressida” this way.  It roughly translates as:

“Go, little book, and wherever you are read or else sung, I ask God only that you be understood.”

Me, too.