Today was just a light day of morning cardio. 20 minutes in intervals on the Cybex machine. Rolled and stretched.
I went to my Grandpa's house yesterday before I drove back to Stallis. He's been kind of sick lately, but I'm not too worried. I'm pretty sure he is invincible. Here is a rundown of some of the stuff he has gone through: sliced his neck open on barbed wire while sledding as a kid; lied about his age to enlist in the army because his brother was taken as a POW; been hit by a car on two separate occasions; laughs at heart attacks; chased down and beat the shit out of some kids who were beating the shit out of some other kid; got the shit beat out of him by some bouncers with black jacks at a bar in Green Bay when he was younger; produced my dad who in turn produced me. Even after all of this he is still the nicest, kindest, gentlest man I've ever met.
I swear he is half way to being on the show Hoarders. He doesn't have garbage or dead cats laying around, but the man has a ton of stuff. Most of it is collectible type stuff, but a lot of it is just clutter. He loves flea markets and thrift stores. I remember as a kid him having multiple copies of board games, all with some parts missing. But instead of making a whole game he would just keep all the partial games. Same thing with decks of cards.
Anyways, he asks me if I like to read and I say, "Sure Grandpa, I like to read." He then makes me look through all of his book shelves and take whatever books I wanted. He probably has some of the most boring books to read on the planet. A sample of some titles: English Town Homes, 1873-1938 (there was a lot of these); The Book of Buttons; Green Bay, An Historical Look; Roger Ebert's Big Book of the Movies; and so on.
Either way it was great to see him and the rest of my family. I don't get back quite as much as I'd like to so i try to make the most of it when I can.
Song of the Day:
“Thank God for the iron in the blood of our fathers” -Theodore Roosevelt