Waist = 42.75"
Height = 5' 7"
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- Wikipedia BMI page
- Balance Body Composition Bath Scale
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I'm at a camp in a large cabin. One of the camp counselors, from behind the counter, shouts "who wants to do a debate?" I've got nothing much to do, so I say "I'll do it" and go over to the table where the debate will take place.
The place is just a table that seats four and there are six of us. So we start walking around the table widdershins. I'm carrying a shovel, a spade. The number of people around the table has lessened gradually and now there's just me and another guy. But I've lost interest, so I tell him so and I walk away.
Another activity is starting outside on the deck. I walk to the exit, but it is just a narrow seam between a wall on the left and a huge flat screen TV on the right. Somehow I'm supposed to pry it open. I still have the spade, so I consider using this, but it's curved, whereas the seam is straight. Besides, with the flat screen TV so close, one slip of the spade could destroy it. So I hesitate, and I hesitate...
I'm at the place where the company Christmas party will take place. I have a plant stand made of heavy wire that's painted white. There are folks still setting up the venue, bustling about, and I'm in the way. So I put down the plant stand in an out-of-the-way place so that no one will trip on it. Perhaps it will be used as a decoration.
There's a fragile-looking glass sphere, multicolored, the size of a volleyball, next to the place where I set down down the stand. It has holes in it and rods stick out of some of the holes like a Fancy Pencil Holder. Perhaps it can go on the plant stand, but I dare not do that lest I break it.
I move away from all the activity and look around to see what's in the many rooms at this place. They all have tables in them; most have white tablecloths but few have place settings, and no food has been set out. There are no people in those rooms.
I'm sitting in a chair that I brought and I have a stainless steel fork that I also brought. I decide to sit and relax. A young slender woman is nearby wearing black tights. I like that she's nearby. I decide to stay here for a while. Then when I get to the room that has the food, I'll take the last remaining spot so I don't have to decide where to sit.
I'm in the party room. I'm seated with people I don't know. We're all in Auditorium seating. As the food comes out, I'm dismayed -- how can anyone eat in these chairs? There's not even a table to place our meals on! Folks nearby have their plates of food. But someone directly in front of me gets up to walk to a place to get food, and folks in my row do too, including another young woman that's next to me.
As we stand in line in the aisle of the auditorium, I wonder if we will eat somewhere else or bring the food back here.
I’m looking for blank calendar paper that I can write the numbers into for a month of days, but all I find are calligraphy paper. The calendar page that I find online on the computer doesn’t accept large numbers like 620.
I’m in a church. The priest sits with us in the pews. I have a drill bit. When the priest is at my seat, he puts his white-gloved hand on it and then pulls back because of how sharp it is.
He goes to the last pew that’s against the brick wall. Everyone’s sitting backwards facing the wall instead of facing the altar. I’m worried about how disrespectful that appears. But the priest doesn’t seem to mind.
I'm in the house. I hear an helicopter flying low and close by to the West, so I look out my window. I don't see the helicopter, but I do see lots of signs of change on the property of the neighbor and his neighbor, in their backyards.
Then I look out the living room window at our backyard. My attention is captured by a very large Hawk that flies East from the neighbor's backyard to ours and alights on a tree branch. It's missing feathers in a band around its entire midsection. Then I notice the beginnings of a driveway on our neighbor's back lawn. The grass was removed and filled with a layer of sand or fine gravel ready for paving. It ends abruptly as it abuts our yard. My wife is going to freak.
I'm viewing an Outpost in a wilderness. So I'm sort of there, but I'm really just watching as if separate from the place. Some dangerous, evil creatures have invaded. We don't see them, but we know they're there because they build structures on the land -- huge, skeletal pieces. Someone realized that the creatures could be defeated if the structures are toppled, and so that's what the men are doing. It starts slow with a girder coming down every so often. But then a huge structure is detonated and collapses, which turns the tide. The last structures to be removed are wooden scaffolding and shutters, like saloon doors, that are attached to the concrete Outpost building itself. These are easily removed, and all is back to normal.
I’d been reminiscing about my childhood – the neighborhood, the house I grew up in, and especially the backyard. So I took a virtual trip “back home” using Google Maps.
Google Maps starts out in Map View. I switched first from Map View to Satellite. The image seemed to have enhanced perspective, so the house seemed taller. It looked as if a second story was added to the 1-level ranch I grew up in. Then I switched to Street View and saw the property as if standing in front of it.
The house itself looked the same. There was no alteration. Because it’s brick, it was the same color. However, the landscape had been redesigned recently. The strip of grass next to the driveway was paved over (I used to park on it anyway). The huge azaleas were replaced with weird-looking topiary plants. The wood fencing that was silvered with decades of sun exposure was replaced with shiny white vinyl fencing. But the most devastating change was this: all the trees were gone. We had four oak trees in a row that we’d hide behind or zig-zag through on our bikes. In fact many trees around the neighborhood were gone. It made me sad.
Adding to the sadness is the fact that the street view images were taken in November, so the few trees that were there were already bare. The photos were taken on a brilliantly sunny day, so the shadows were long, and the images were bleached from over exposure. And no people were about, as if the population was wiped out by a plague – quite a contrast to my memory of how we used to play in the street or stand around and socialize with the neighbors.
You can visit many places with Google Maps, but you can’t go back in time.
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