Thursday, December 31, 2009

Vacation Nearly Over

And I haven't managed all the items on my "to do" list, but did deal with many of them. And I accepted an additional responsibility - the Friday night service on New Year's Day. My sermon is pretty much together, but I'm having trouble persuading my newish printer to print it. First it was the wrong kind of paper - too glossy. Then it was the absence of the printer driver, and the inability to download it again through a firewall. Now I've got it reinstalled on this computer and managed to print a sample page.

However, now the problem is that the sermon is written in Word, which I don't have on this computer, and Microsoft Works, for all that it comes from the same company, appears to be incompatible with it. Guess I'll have to break down and buy it for this computer.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

We Got Our Wings!


So, this time the adventure was my idea. I saw an ad for IFly Bay Area, an indoor skydiving facility that fits people into jumpsuits, goggles, earplugs, and helmets, and sticks them inside a wind tunnel with an instructor, and allows them to float on the air and do whatever maneuvers they are capable of. The ad said that anyone from 3 to 93 could safely do it, and I certainly qualify in that regard. And I'd seen actors doing it on an episode of House, m.d., so it seemed doable.

Jan and I went to the facility in Union City last night, driving at least partway in pouring rain. I was early and waited reading mind candy on my Kindle to distract me from my growing anxiety. I had images of me landing on my nose, or simply falling to the springy floor of the tunnel. But the ad said they could handle people who weighed considerably more than I do, so what the hey, I told myself; it could be fun, and then it would be over.

We went to flight school for 15 minutes, where we learned and practiced the position for belly flying. The upper body is in a variant of the cobra pose and the legs in a sort of locust pose - in yogic terms. These are among my weakest positions, but at least I knew what I was trying for.

My jumpsuit was red and black, with a cool embroidered design on the front band. Wearing my glasses along with the goggles was a bit of a problem - my glasses got fogged up - but I would have been really uncomfortable trying something new without my glasses, being so near-sighted that I'm legally blind without them.

The actual flying sessions - we got two, each lasting about 90 seconds - were challenging and fun. I got into the Superman (Mighty Mouse?) pose, and did my best to hold my position with minimal help from the instructor. The very fast wind coming at my face made me feel a bit like being in a swimming pool with the water coming up my nose. I was a hair light-headed at the conclusion of each flight.

On the second round, the instructor joined up with me and spun us around while ascending and descending in the tunnel. When I banked a little to make the turn, my right shoulder complained a bit, so I spread my fingers apart to try to ease the strain.

We were so proud of ourselves, and other people there of our vintage - who came to watch their progeny fly - were quite complimentary.

The next day, however, some muscles have joined my shoulder's heightened complaint. Don't think I need to repeat the experience without some prior physical conditioning.

But we did it, we flew like little birdies!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Vacation Marches On

I'm on day three now, and have been keeping up fairly well with my to do list. Exercising, getting out of the house, making telephone calls to friends, moving stuff into the recycling bin, scheduling outings, spa treatments, and an indoor flying session (in a wind tunnel; stay tuned for a report), and ordering a replacement for the broken dispenser pump on my handmade soap jar.

The unsettling news on the house front is that something witth big, sharp claws (raccoon would be my guess) is digging holes in the boards of my back deck. If it's going for insects, I have two different pest problems. Oh joy.

It's a lovely, sunny day in the village, and I've a date for lunch and a movie.

Happy Holidays!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Office Clutter and Long Vacation

It's a good thing that I've been warming up by starting to clear out my home, because I just had to de-clutter and pack up the office in which I've been working for some 14 years. The company is abandoning that part of the floor and moving us into other offices.

My office was plenty cluttered. I filled four bins with paper to be recycled, and removed an assortment of other items in hopes that they'll find a good home elsewhere. I'll be moving to a nicer office with beautiful furniture and a much better view, and it should be lovely - once I unpack the eight bins and four carton boxes it took to accommodate all my books, papers, office supplies, and assorted stuff.

Today is the first of the thirteen consecutive days of vacation I'm enjoying at the end of this year. I have followed my usual custom of making a to do list of various chores, activities, and pleasures to make the most of the time. I'm also hoping to get a little flavor of what my hopefully imminent retirement will be like.

Merry Whatever!

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Time to De-Clutter

So I'm planning to move downstairs sometime soon (after living here for 26 years), and I've hired an organizer to help me make decisions, release stuff I don't need, and organize what's left in the new space.

We started with the low-hanging fruit -- two places where I've piled stuff for departure and the attic. That took two hours and gave me a tummy ache. And the next few days my legs were pretty unhappy about getting down to and up from the floor, climbing up and down the ladder to the attic, and bending down to pick stuff up. Additional motivation for stretching and exercise, one hopes.

This process is also having its pleasures: I moved out a batch of stuff with some emotional charge but no real utility; I'm expecting thumping tax deductions for my charitable donations; and I made some very pleasant discoveries, e.g., more dishware to replace pieces I've broken over the years, and sheet music that I found or arranged for the synagogue choir that I used to conduct and have spent hours looking for.

We've hardly scratched the surface, though. Much more unburdening ahead, and probably some more pleasant surprises, too.