Adios Manuel, hello Rhoda!

Rhoda Bhote, my new best friend forever

Several eons decades years ago, my aunt gave my mother her old rowing/skiing machine. My mother said "thank you" with great politeness if not great sincerity, and stuck it in the nearest closet. Where it lingered until I managed to excavate it and take it to Oregon so it could be appreciated.

However, since the dang thing did not come with instructions, or even hints, I had to wait until my mother could find where the instructions had been hidden so I could figure out what went where and also how to get the seat to move. (Not intuitive. Trust me.)

Amazingly enough, damn foot still hurt a bit when I rowed. Nothing that would stop me though.
It is wonderful to feel that I can exercise!

Exercise du jour : 30 minutes with Rhoda.

Unpleasant task du jour: Made an appointment with a foot doctor for Monday. Have read all the preparatory paperwork -- they warned me to break open a bank vault and bring heavy sacks of gold with me to the doctor's office. Good to be prepared.

p.s. Anyone want Manuel, my manual treadmill?