These two images, seemingly disparate are linked in my mind. Analyze that one.
I’ve been hiding out from the midday temperatures by revisiting my carnivorous plant obsession. That and Henry and I have joined the YMCA. Yes, like the song. I think I’m going to like it as apposed to the fancy pants gym whose membership I just dropped. I popped in yesterday for my ‘orientation’ which essentially was a workout lite. While nodding my head and half listening a senior who I’m guessing was in his late 70’s clambered onto the machine next to me. His skinny legs were incased in the requisite ribbed white knee socks, there were violently colored golf shorts and a nondescript oversized t-shirt. “This is my favorite machine, I highly recommend it. It’s going to give me smaller buns.” was addressed in my direction. All that came out of my mouth was “I’ll keep that in mind.” On that note I really do think it’s going to work for us.