An attraction to distraction

Pierini Fitness continues experiencing a drought of sorts in that new middle-aged man reflections here are not to be found.  What can I say?  It happens to the best of us.  Call it creative dryness, lethargy, or perhaps sloth, one of the seven capital sins.

But this genetically-endowed blogger continues punching his way out of a brown paper bag cyberscape using words except he seems to be having more to say about economic and political subjects and sharing his thoughts in different venues.  Voice seems to be more of his delivery system lately, to those few willing to give me their ears.

There are other things going on in his life, such as spending time with his father-in-law now living with us, and tapping into his soon-to-be nonagenarian’s wisdom bank.

Blah, blah, blah, the bottom line is Pierini Fitness, as of late, can best be described as “fresh content weak.”

It’ll be this way until Thanksgiving 2017 or sooner because I’ll let my desire to compose new middle-aged man reflections follow its own ebb and flow, knowing that sooner, rather than later, I’ll get back in my groove and bang out some awesome and new reflections, ones I’m sure you’ll enjoy.

Until then, know that all is well with this middle-aged man who now seems to have an attraction to distraction.

Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum

Breakfast for my father-in-law

This chief executive blogger apologizes for the drought of new middle-aged man reflections here at Pierini Fitness.  It’s been over a week since something was added.  There’s a reason.

Last Friday on my day off, my wife and I were enjoying a cup of coffee out and about when she suddenly received a telephone call that her 89-year-young father had fallen.  We abruptly ended our morning cup to visit him and assess his condition which told us that, despite his insistence that all was OK, he needed to go to the hospital emergency room.

About five hours later, the three of us left with his forehead freshly stitched and a splint on his left arm because his fall left him with a broken bone near his wrist.

This event was the last straw breaking the camel’s back that my wife and I had been waiting for knowing it’s day of reckoning was imminent.  His days of living along had come to an end.

Since then, he’s been residing with us.  The experience thus far has given this middle-aged man countless observations and new pondering opportunities providing clues of may lie ahead for him in another 25 years, God willing.  And, a lot of activity giving him a helping hand or two along with cooking an early morning breakfast for him because he has an early-bird appetite.

These observations include watching an elderly and frail old man struggle to get up from a seated position, walking very wobbly, eating like a bird with his small appetite, and sleeping for durations and with intensity that would make Rip Van Winkle envious.

Tick, tock, tick tock, my middle-aged man clock goes in my mind’s eye while pondering what it’ll be like when my turn arrives, God willing.  There are so many lessons to be learned and I’m taking notes.

Despite this sudden change in our lives, I’m enjoying it all and consider it a blessing that I’ve got the flexibility and culinary prowess of making breakfast for my father-in-law.

Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum