14 July 2009

Status Report

I apologize for the long silence. I am a bit ill right now. Nothing serious. Perhaps just one of those twenty-foot long tapeworms or the like.

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More loads of rock keep coming in. Sooner or later my curiosity is going to overcome me, and I will ask Hans what the hell we are preparing to build.

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Some of the tennis players who show up here have a great game, worthy of spectating. And I have spectated now and again.

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I truly did underestimate the impact of the altitude on my workout, particularly the running. Actually, I did not give any consideration to the altitude at all until I started mulling over possible explanations for my shortness of breath. I can now say that running at an altitude of 6,266 feet above sea level is an experience of a different quality than running or riding a bicycle at 1,800 feet at the very most in Iowa.

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This is the dance studio about a half block away, which the younger girls of the neighborhood attend. I put this up for my granddaughter, Cassidy, to see.

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John said...

btw, I showed the photo of Kieser's RV to Debbie and asked her what she thought it looked like and she said, garbage truck. Obviously it's anything but that. A reminder to be careful about first impressions.

Hope you are feeling better.

Ruth said...

I'm sorry you're not feeling good, Stevo. Rest up. Watch the tennis players without moving your head. Definitely do not watch the rock-unloaders.

Señor Steve said...

Thank you both for your good wishes. I am completely recovered, as I explained to Barb above. . . .or maybe it is below.