Inquiring minds...encounter reality

Green looks bigger; purple feels heavier

 I am currently having my personal trainer come to me twice a week for a 30 min. session in strength(A), flexibility(B) and balance(C) as qualified below. For several weeks now, I have felt that my mismatched 3# weights are not the same weight with the purple one being noticeably heavier. This holds true even when I switch hands, which I do to ensure that one arm is not getting an advantage over the other. My body is a symphony of symmetry in which I want no discordant chords. Again, it was my frugality which led me to purchase mismatched weights at "Play it Again Sports" because despite the color difference they were both labeled as 3's.

Today I decided to reveal this deception once and for all (i.e. Twice in Eltonese - see 4/8/2019 post if unfamiliar with this usage of  "twice")

I used my cooking scale (mostly used to weigh envelopes actually being snail mailed) to weigh each weight. I then did a bit of dimension research due to the weighing results.

Here are the counter intuitive results: I was entirely wrong. A concrete example of what feels obviously true to me can be patently in error.

I should feel humbled, and I do. Reality is stubbornly insistent on being the final word. And we mortals always lose when we engage in a test with it (Her).

A. I am maintaining a decent amount of strength needed for every day tasks such as ambulation and  awkward but possible getting up in defiance of gravity.

B. My flexibility needs more attention over more time than I likely have left. But I persist.

C. Balance is not a concept I hew to as a rule. Physical balance is an on/off capability challenged by uneven ground, the prior day's pot party, getting up from seated too abruptly, and tripping on shadows.

And in closing let us celebrate the athletic and comedic styling of the humble squirrel. This video is somewhat repetitive and occasionally of poor quality BUT there are some gems scattered in to the end. If you can spare 7 min:
Quirrels!!  (misspelling intended)

John's Gourmet Pizza

I should have asked him if HE had a moniker for this creation. But I am fired up, in the mood to blog, and don't want to wait for his next awake period (currently under renovation). The enclosed photos were courageously taken by the accomplished chef himself while under the waning influence of our Tuesday night pot, (another p-word), and pizza party. While I was still pinned down by the cat he got a ladder to get  better photo angles. I would have stirred in the event of an audio alert from the kitchen. Really.

I was expecting the first photo to show a medium virgin Papa Murphy's thin crust half Papa's Favorite and half Herb Chicken Mediterranean Pizza. But I guess the idea to take photos occurred Post Pizza Perfecting and left us with:

All trimmed out and ready for the oven 

Here I have rotated the photo so Papa's Favorite half is in the Northern Hemisphere. 

On the cutting board you see the remains of slicing and chopping one entire sweet onion (this time smallish and from a friend's garden). 

Not actually discernible on the pizza are the rest of the pre-oven additions, detailed below.

This shot is the one where perhaps you can discern the various onion shapes created to either survive cooking, or placed on edge and sticking up in order to become singed in delicious sacrifice. 

Also a closer look as the culinary and medicinal inputs (left to right)

Beano - obviously medicinal and not a topping

Red pepper flakes - added later by each diner

Fennel seeds - generously sprinkled

Papa Murphy's Herb and Cheese Mix - VERY generously "sprinkled"

Gourmet olives John adds to his after cooking.

Right out of the oven. Now comes my contribution: cutting it into 8 unequal sizes so we will have something more to talk about.

Please forgive my poor photo editing. I have only mastered a few "fixes" and show scant inclination to expand this capability. Also note that incredible aroma and flavor do not photograph well

I have recently heard an apt description of my "falling quite short of expertise" condition in all undertakings: A Renaissance "Man". In my case this is: Aspiring only to the minimum effort my inner perfectionist/sloth negotiated.