Update on the lifestyle of the mysterious Mortimer Q

Hello you crazy space bunnies,

I must confess it’s been a long time since I dipped my fingers into electric ink and spread them across the sparkling galaxy of the interwebs. It feels good, like stretching after a long nap.

Speaking of stretching….

Zita the Space Girl and I have had many an adventure since I last gazed at you, oh intrepid readers. It’s involved light years of mileage racked up on Doris, the Impala; fourth of July-themed lessons in propulsion (guns*, fireworks and jet skis) and gravity defying lifts of the partner-acro style.

We’ve contact danced on the Bonneville Salt Flats, we’ve paddled upon the mighty Wapsipinicon River, and we’ve done secretary lifts while Speedy, my cat, nuzzles in the grass beside me. It’s been an amazing and active group of days!

And this evening she leaves.

It’s easy to stay active when you’re living on a farm. There’s always something to do, whether it is doing chores or writing papers. Unfortunately, it is difficult to stay active on the farm in any position other than sitting. Yes, I’ll be bailing hay on Friday, but that will involve a skid loader and trucks. Sure I’ll be helping with the livestock, but the livestock is minnows and worms, and all the benefits of standing around a table “countin’ crawlers” for a couple hours are blown by the biweekly three hour delivery route. Anything on the farm is mechanized, and yet the meals remain the same…

Staying active is the key for me. If I can do that, I’ll be able to maintain my musculature and increase my stamina. This last week with Zita has included daily acro workouts, and much walking – even a canoe trip! It shouldn’t be difficult to maintain this momentum, my body is used to it, my parents are used to seeing me do it, and I’m used to doing it when my neighbors drive by.

I don’t have a schedule or plan for working out per se; there are no regular schedules to this life. So I’m going to try to set a goal of spending at least an hour working out, four days out of the next seven. I’ll be happy to report my progress next week.

Until then,
Waffles!



*The guns thing had to do with an Independence Day themed photo shoot (her brother asked if she’d be playing baseball, eating apple pie, shooting guns and watching fireworks. She needed proof.) No animals were harmed in any way. Well, maybe our tummies. It was really good pie.