16.8.25 - 5 days

Yesterday was very productive. I organised the table to my right and then changed the table cloth for my mom. We also tidied the room. The table to the right then became my dad's golfing and award trophies and his golf things. All his golf things are now on the one table.

Today I will do the shelf behind me and then the TV area. And that will be that. I'll have completed the entire thing.

I tried to go to the dentist but they kept me waiting for an hour. It was too long. So I came home.

It has been a very busy week. 

There was a lot of thinking about the present yesterday. Thinking about what it means to be present for family. I do not want to regret not having done what I could while I could. These things do matter. Oh I also need to organise the shelves in my room. I also found out what I needed to do for the club. I think I'm going to pay them using visa. The conversion rate is better. I don't know.

I have spent 29 days running during this holiday. Which means that it's just over 2/3rd of the time running and exercising. 

I did 105 sit ups today. This is the highest number of sit ups I have done in one stretch. Ever. If I run five times a week... any five days, did sit ups and stretched for the rest of my life that would be great.

I have gone without steak and meat really now for almost two months. So strange. I have eaten it in small amounts, but not really much else.

It has been a good holiday. I'm glad I've developed a way of clearly recording my activity. If anything has taught me anything, it is I MUST continue exercising moderately while I can. Not overly exercising to the point where I am injuring myself. But consistently to keep the joins lubricated and supple. My muscles. All those things la.

So, I'm journaling will be - what happened the day before... a recap with some ramblings. My exercising and encouraging myself to do so. And thoughts of the day to come. 

Yesterday, as I sat in the dentist, and had no phone because I didn't want to use up all the juice as I needed it for the return home... I had a chance to people watch. There were so many people, but most interestingly, there were three men who sat on the benches beneath the shade. One on his phone, one with his dog, and one just staring out into space. On a Friday afternoon. Every one of them had a story. I never understood the disdain which these superrich people have for other people. They do not see them as human beings. Or they see them surplus to requirements. This is the exact inverse of how artists regard people. We believe that existence of human being has an intrinsic value. Not even value. That we are beautiful. That everyone deserves to exist, in their own right. Whereas these superrich people see everyone as a means to an end. How can they serve me? Can I be shown to be charitable? Can I wring some kind of money out of them? Can they cost me less money? It's like a mental illness. I feel sorry for them. And then SOCIETY decides to REWARD them with admiration and adulation for their disgusting behaviour. The very people whom they think are gross.