(Today’s card is very gloomy and no match for my mood, so I’m ignoring it. Instead, Sunday rambling.)
Now that I am forty-five years old and thus An Old Lady, or at least A Middle-Aged Lady, I feel more pressure to take care of myself, so I’m making an effort to add some exercise into my daily routine. This morning, changing into exercise pants (because I don’t want to exercise in my pajamas), I strained a muscle in my back. Putting on pants. So that’s how forty-five is going so far.
I’ve started watching Fringe, for some reason. I mean, I’m enjoying it a lot except for the really extravagantly gross special effects. I watched when it was first on television but didn’t get very far, and I’ve always sort of wanted to pick it back up. I just finished the first season, and a lot of it was filmed in my neighborhood. Like, two episodes in a row did a lot of exterior scenes in the two blocks next to where I live. It was fascinating seeing the same stretch of block turned into four or five different locations by crossing the street or moving ten feet down to where the fences look different. One episode has a scene of a scary monster hiding in a playground, and it’s our playground! (They used the actual playground, too–I’ve seen film crews working in our neighborhood park who built a whole fake playground next to the actual playground.) This is on top of seeing someone I knew on Agents of SHIELD when I watched that in the spring–I’m just watching my dumb television show and suddenly realize someone looks familiar, oh hey, Chronicom Hunter Malachi is actually Chris from the playground, whose daughter was in pre-K with Declan. That was fun.