Went back to VHC for in-person yoga this noon. And since it was a fine glorious afternoon, I walked to Ballston and took the bus home. That got me 2.5 miles of walking and some good cardio.
I am not a fan of exercise. However, these days I exercise because I can not because it need to. It is a blessing to walk 2.5 miles without pain or effort on a nice spring day.
A friend here at the Asylum had a serious accident while off-site. It was the kind of accident where they cut your clothes off of you in the Emergency Department. She was patched up and is being dispatched to another facility for rehab. She has no clothes. Just a set of hospital scrubs. We will organize a panty raid into her apartment and take her some necessities.
So, think about this people. What would your friends uncover if they had to come into your private space and find all those things that are required. Undies, electronics, chargers, cables, shoes, jammies, personal grooming products, Levis, shirts, socks, etc. I think I would just order all new stuff delivered to the rehab place from Amazon Prime. Assuming, of course, I managed to get my phone charged.
—Just for giggles I asked AI to improve what I wrote—
Exercise and I have a complicated relationship. Let’s just say I’m not naturally inclined towards it. But lately, I’ve found a new appreciation for movement. A simple 2.5-mile walk on a crisp spring day? It’s not a chore; it’s a gift. A blessing, even.
That perspective hit home hard this week. A friend here at the Asylum was involved in a serious off-site accident. The kind where emergency responders have to cut away clothing. She’s thankfully on the mend, but now faces rehab in another facility, stripped of her personal belongings. All she has are hospital scrubs.
Naturally, we’re organizing a ‘panty raid’ – a mission to gather her necessities from her apartment. Undies, chargers, comfort items, the works. It got me thinking…
What would your friends find if they had to rummage through your space, piecing together your life essentials? Think about it: the unseen foundation of our daily routines – the chargers, the comfortable shoes, the favorite pajamas, the personal care items, the reliable jeans. It’s a sobering reminder of how much we take for granted.
Honestly, if I were in her shoes, I’d probably just hit ‘Prime’ on Amazon and send a care package to the rehab center. Assuming, of course, I could find a way to charge my phone.
It’s a stark reminder that sometimes, the ability to do something as simple as walk or access our belongings is a privilege, not a given. Cherish those moments, and maybe, just maybe, keep your phone charger handy.
—It’s “better” but it’s not me—