An hour ago I began a different post before realizing it wouldn’t work. So here I am with a mundane post. A post about mundane activities over the past few days.
Here’s a photo posted on Facebook five days ago, a view to the west, over the Bay, of the Moon and Venus. Old Moon in the New Moon’s arms.
It got some likes on Fb, especially from my brother-in-law Scott Thomson, an amateur astronomer, much more ambitious than I, who posts his own photos on Fb.
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We had a long spell of rain in the Bay Area, enough to exceed our annual average, and now we are experiencing a period of sunny, if chilly, days.
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I’m almost done with my cardiac therapy. My last session is Wednesday. Today I returned the “exit survey” form they gave me several weeks ago, a repeat of a survey I took before beginning, along with questions about my evaluation of the program itself. Best aspect: it forces you to exercise regularly. Worst aspect: conflicting messages, via that Borg chart, about not working too hard, along with advice about improving your “METS” score, every couple weeks showing you your chart to see you much you’ve improved. I’ve improved beyond their predictions, but it’s *hard work,* sweaty to the point that I take a small towel with me to wipe off the sweat.
I’ve noticed a minority of other patients, younger, who are far more capable than I; a younger Asian man (perhaps 40), occasionally *jogs* on the treadmill, which I couldn’t begin to do at my age. (I did jog for many decades, up until about 8 years ago.)
OTOH there are other patients, not apparently older than I am, who walk *very* slowly on the treadmill, and who can’t begin to do the stretching exercises at the beginning and end of each session.
I’ve noticed the session leaders are very careful not to criticize any individual, no matter how lame their performance.
