My New Year’s Resolution
Do you have a New Year’s Resolution? Some years I do. This year I feel a need. I’m in the last quarter as Bruce Jenner had said. Episode? (Yep, I’ve been known to watch the Kardashians. Don’t tell.) In my own little observation study a jock grows older with some advantages. I just attended my high school class reunion … Graduation was decades ago … Nope, not telling. Everyone in this high school swim team, seniors only, picture remains fit. (Roger died in the Vietnam War.) Don’t get me wrong. There’ve been some physical challenges but we are holding up well.
So what’s this have to do with my resolution? I’ve been taking advantage, for granted actually, of my genetics and physical resilience! I inherited a musculature similar to my brother’s … remember he played college football. I had these very broad shoulders and tight large muscles I hated but later began to appreciate as my body softened with age. The inset, I’m in my mid-thirties after my children with this biological softening process in full swing. But now I want it to stop! It’s swinging too far in the opposite direction. My first step, I’ve let the gardener go. So far, lots of raking. My fescue is now reaching full length but my compulsiveness hasn’t overridden the chilling 30 degrees.
For the month of January I’m focusing on a lighter menu. First up is my Grandmother Rose’s favorite chowder, Manhattan Clam Chowder. I’m not a clam connoisseur as she, taking clams right off the beach and eating them raw. I’ll be using the very best canned clams. Use fresh if you like. Such an easy recipe!