This is Tuesday, and as such, I should be reporting on my BetterU progress - but I worked all day and couldn't get to the gym. I have tomorrow off, so I'll post my results tomorrow. Unfortunately, we're expecting rain, so I probably won't be able to do an outdoor walk (not without getting wet, anyway). If it does rain heavily, I'll sigh a big sigh and go walk on the treadmill after I've weighed in.

Who mentioned reading a book called When I Was A Boy, Neruda Called Me Policarpo? Whoever it was, thank you. I went right to the library and borrowed the book, which turned out to be delightful. The author, Poli Délano, writes about not only Neruda, but the other larger-than-life people who surrounded him in his childhood. He apparently knew Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera - who told him that he had eaten human flesh and quite enjoyed it.

Délano charmed me on the first page when he wrote about a house he lived in as a child:

"They said it had once belonged to a famous poet because of the words someone had written in letters the size of wine glasses on one of the dining-room walls.

My loyal heart lies down in the shade.

I didn't understand what the words meant, but I thought they were beautiful."

I know just how he felt. That still happens to me.

(The book is listed as Juvenile Literature, but I quite enjoyed it, and I'm hardly a kid anymore).

Under the heading "Interesting things I heard today":

This was on CBC radio. I love it. We're such a folksy people. Heh. ;>)



The announcer was talking about the fact that music is not so much a job as a calling. He said that being a musician is like running away and joining the circus - which leads to this, a little night music from The Band. Meanwhile, I'd better go find a poem for today, before it's tomorrow. Good night, all.