The Stravager

You know when you're a teenager and you see your mom and dad and their friends sitting around the table drinking, laughing, telling stories everyones already heard a million times and playing cards and smoking cigarettes.  They looked so old, didn't they?  Chances are they were just in their late 30s or early 40s.  Now I am nearing 50, I have a grown daughter (still living with us) and late 30s and early 40s doesn't seem so old anymore. I have recently started exercising almost daily (for the last 2 and a half weeks) and that just makes me feel old too.  I remember a time when doing these things was easy.  I mean easy to work up a sweat, strain every muscle and push it to almost the breaking point and feel good afterwards.  Not any more.  Sure I feel better after a while, and it's nice not getting winded just going up the stairs, but back in the day, right after a hard workout I would feel energized and ready to take on the world.  These days I ...

I was cycling through blogs today and I was coming across mostly just dreck. God awful shit that was a complete waste of time and some that was just like, why? Then I came to a blog called Particulations . I only read one article but I learned a new word; stravage. To quote the post, "Stravage, verb (used without object). Scot., Irish, and North England. To wander aimlessly." He adds "They say it is probably a shortening of the word 'extravagate', which means stray or roam but can also mean "to go beyond proper limits"." Perfect. Sounds a little roguish, a bit adventurous and not completely safe. OK. Let's do that. Fuck it, why not? I've had a lot of blogs and they all seem to peter off. I find that I end up trying to make them about something rather than just throw shit out there and see if it sticks, so they get to be constricted. So for this one, I'll talk about what ever is on my mind. So be forewarned. Sometimes what'...