28 March 2002 - 9:23 a.m.
Finally showed up at the Y and took a jazzercise class (#29 on the The List). In fact, I've now gone to two. Oof, am I out of shape. It's a nice setting, though - a good range of ages (from college students to seniors) and wardrobes (from body hugging togs to sloppy, baggy shmattes like the ones I was wearing) and ability/experience/stamina (so, even though I'm low on all three, I haven't been made to feel embarassed at being a beginner). So, so far, so good, and I signed up for a six-week pass...
Last night's bedtime reading, from Abraham Chapman's anthology of Jewish-American Literature:
Poems about God
- Cesar Vallejo
This is God--
We sat up in bed
One year ago, I seem to have been in a similar place. Need to do something about that: 'This, I fear, is going to be one of those weeks where I simply take everything one plodding step at a time and repeat "first do no harm" to myself over and over again and congratulate myself for simply being functional.'
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