Row, Row, Row Your Boat

One of the things that kind of bites about working out right after work is that everyone else and their brother does that, too!

But, when you’re vehicularly challenged as I am at this moment in time, you take what you can get. And, once again, when I got there every single machine I wanted to work out on was full…and there was a line. Even the cycles were taken this time, so I turned to the empty rowing machine and eyed it, disconcertingly, for a brief moment before threw caution to the wind and got down on it.

Ooh, that sounds kind of kinky. Sorry…where was I…oh, yes, the rowing machine. Well, I rowed, and rowed, and rowed some more. Honestly, I think it was a pretty good workout and it felt good to use my back and shoulder muscles. We’ll see how my forearms feel about it tomorrow.

It was nice to see Mel at the gym, too. She’s had good excuse this week not to work out because she had some minor surgery on Tuesday to remove some bothersome moles under her arms. She still can’t swim, yet, but she was workin’ it for a while on the recumbent bike; and I was proud of her. It’s not easy for her to get up and move, with or without surgery, and that made me smile. I SO want good things for her.

Strangely, her mood seems to have improved rather dramatically since last night’s spat. She seems much more jolly and light-hearted. Perhaps it’s just a mask, but we had an enjoyable dinner and she got right to her schoolwork afterward while I installed my new wireless router—that’s always a good sign…her doing schoolwork, I mean.

And, yes, I had to replace yet another bloody piece of computer equipment just so I can sit here in the privacy of my bedroom and do this on a secure network. Just why is it that everything breaks at one time, anyway?!?

Right now it’s friggin’ freezing in my apartment. The gal upstairs, Sara—also a lesbo—has gone for the evening and seems to have forgotten that people other than her live in this house—she controls the heat. Seriously, it’s in the 50’s in this apartment! Burr.

So, I’m wrapped up in bed with my iPod. Currently, I’m listening to Melissa Etheridge’s Breakdown. Wow, that’s a surprise, eh? What can I say, she’s a hell of a singer and songwriter…and sexy. I saw her once in concert—who was I with? Lisa, did we go see her? I can’t remember, but she is truly awesome live.

It’s odd to me that so many of her fans think that when she’s actually happy that her song-writing suffers. Personally, I don’t think it’s true; she just write different songs…more fun and less angst, but always sexy and always rockin’. I do generally prefer her older stuff to her newer stuff, though, but that’s because I can relate to it better. I also have a lot of memories that are conjured with the older stuff, but I wanna relate to songs about finding the one and being deliriously in love…and I look forward to making new memories with the newer stuff because some of it is really great.

Here’s my song for the night:

Cherry Avenue
By Melissa Etheridge

And so you meet me
Down at the bar
7th and Cherry
That's where we are
And I promise not to take you down too far
Beetle takes a dollar
Benz will make a drink
Two will see you hollar
No one wants to think
And it's Que Sera Sera in black and pink

And so we dance
And my feet get lazy
All the stiffs here
They know I'm crazy for you
And so we dance
And the beat gets lost
And this jealous fool
Will pay the cost for you
On Cherry Avenue

Is this a crime
Or just a clear scheme
I want to make you mine
All your roads are green
And I promise not to show you what I've seen
Now it's closing time
Benz wipes down the bar
Beetle kills the lights
Cherry after dark