gym; Mom

I went to the gym for about an hour this morning, then met my mother for lunch and spent the afternoon with her at my Aunt Lea's. (And with Lea and Dave, once the football game was over.) Much good conversation, and I'll throw in a quick plug for the Bluebird Cafe, on Third Avenue just south of 23rd Street, because when I asked for tea the waitress asked if Irish Breakfast was okay, and then brought me a pot of good tea, not a teabag and some hot water. I hope to see my mother again before she heads off to Dallas next weekend, in part because she may not be back here until November (because of other travel plans).

I explained, again, that the gym isn't just determination, it's that I enjoy most of what I do there (though cardio is boring, and I don't like the abdominal exercises, I just accept that they're important). Mom has been walking more, that being the only kind of exercise she's found that she can do and likes.

Also, I realized while at my aunt's that the bead from my captive bead earring is missing; I suspect it fell out well before that. So I suspect tomorrow evening's plan is to find a piercing shop (and not the one that put the earring back in for me a month or so back, because I don't think I trust them at this point).

( gym numbers, cut for your convenience )