In which lane do you swim, Dear Reader, in the Pool of Life? If you find yourself in the General Bewilderment Lane, I bid you hearty greetings, for that is where Your Correspondent is to be found these days. What is going on? Why even is it? How did we get into this handcart hurtling toward the proverbial? Etc., etc. Although, truth be told, in the pool in which I have been swimming lately, it is much more optimistically called the Free Play lane. Safely out of the way of those more determined, and where a bit of aquatic physio can be done between the laps, for the recovering hip is still a work in progress. Rather like the Soul, too, for it is the season of Lent for thems who swing that way. Which I also have been, lately. Swinging, that is.
Behold some of this morning's scenery:
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| Laps under the watchful eye of the Navy |
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| View back into Woolloomooloo Bay |
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| Walking home past these tidy runabouts |
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| Training tall ship the Young Endeavour |
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| Missed the bus so had to tackle the 112 stairs |
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| This Piscean may be a new hatched 60 but it's still a piece of cake! |
Image credits: 1: Judy Horacek; Rest: Flying With Hands
I wouldn't attempt the 112 steps, but the rest looks lovely. Nice sunshine here too, but quite chilly!
ReplyDeleteYes, dear Cro, it is rather lovely here at the moment. Autumn is my favourite season. Happy Springtime to you!
DeleteHello Pipistrello, I had no idea how many steps I had to compass on a daily basis, so I just counted: 75 from my fifth-floor landing to street level, or 150 round trip. No wonder I am reluctant to make the trip just to carry a few recyclables to the truck. Many days I must descend three times, so that makes at least 450 steps. My next building is going to have an elevator!
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p.s. Steps look scarier when placed in one long incline as in your photo--at least mine are broken up by two landings per floor.
Dear Jim, that is a lot of stairs to deal with daily! You must be very fit. I used to marvel at little old ladies in hill-top villages around the Mediterranean scampering up and down hundreds of stairs like mountain goats. An elevator would have seemed to them a miracle beyond imagining! For you, though, a dream quite within reach.
DeleteThese stairs have been recently resurfaced to an even tread. For decades they were worn down sandstone slabs, all wonky and irregular, which made the journey even more hazardous. I am a bit prone to vertigo and have to brace myself before embarking, always holding on!
Bewilderment Lane would be me too!!What the HELL is going on?It gets worse by the day over here!
ReplyDeleteAs far as the stairs go I wouldNOT make it without stopping a few times!It’s all so depressing to me!I still feel with it in my head but the body has other ideas!!
Sounds like you are in good shape!
My best to you Contessa
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Dearest Contessa, the Bewilderment Lane strikes a chord with you, too! Warm salutations to you, as we stand there waist deep :)
DeleteGood shape? Well, yes, I suppose so but my "ballet fitness" has gone to the dogs after the long hiatus with my latest (re)injury, but it will come back - as my older dance friends assure me!! I'm allowed back in the studio on Monday and am beyond excited! Take good care, my friend. xx
A strange post to comment on Pip. I don't think I am bewildered, I try to make sense of what is going on in Britain and whether I like it or not I can see how and why. Bewildered, not exactly. As for steps, even with my daily exercise regime for seniors I still do not like climbing stairs very much although step exercises have just come into my routine. Rachel xx
ReplyDeleteOnwards and upwards, then, dear Rachel! xx
DeleteI got out of the pool.
ReplyDeleteI did not even realise that was an option, dear Spo! You smart :)
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