Lately, I’ve been noticing more gray hairs, and it kind of gets me down. I don’t have a problem with getting older. My 30s have been much more interesting than previous decades, and despite some joint-related problems, I’m in the best shape that I’ve perhaps ever been. I’m not a stranger to grays either. When I was in seventh grade, I developed a small patch of gray hairs on the back left side of my head. But there are many more lately. All over. The problem is: I’ve only recently gotten to where I really like my hair and especially my hair color. After being ginger-woman-out for so long. I’ve shrugged and accepted it. And now it’s starting to go away, and I’m not quite ready to shrug and give in on it. Granted, I’m also way too lazy to do anything about it, so I suppose the shrug is the only option.
Eric’s back to blogging!
A Man With a Short Memory | Entangled Continua
I had never had a red beer until about a year and a half ago. I find it to be a great post-frisbee tournament beverage, or even mid-tournament beverage. Lots of potassium. And the thing that I eat *every* time I go back to Nebraska: a Runza.
We won our game last night, quite handily. While a big factor might have been our competition, I think we’re continuing to improve. Our field movement is getting better, despite a couple of at-a-nine-count throws. And we seem to be social team, which makes it all the better. On a personal level, I felt I played fairly well. I could have had a cooler head on a couple of dump throws. Dave and Reif bailed me out on those. Caught a couple scores, moved fairly well in zone. Actually, while I had a better offense day, I had a worse defense day. I’m not sure which I prefer.
During the last week or so, I’ve been hitting the community center a couple days a week for extra exercise. While the weather is beautiful, it’s also pollen-filled and I haven’t been in the mood to run. Been rowing instead and doing some weights. Generally, my joints have been feeling pretty good, though my hands and feet have been a little creaky.