Where the Porterman Has Gone
I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus while moving into my new Cambridge flat. Here is an update on The Good Life and the Porterman code as I have lived them these past few months:
Taking my own advice from “Big Man Lives Small,” I gave away, sold, or tossed about 1,000 pounds of stuff before the move. I also lost 5 pounds lugging the remaining 6,000 up the 46 stairs to my new abode. Big man lives small indeed.
The fate of my grill – much speculated about in “Blithely Did I Sign that Lease” – has gone to my friend Blake, who has agreed to all of my terms. While I miss it dearly, I’m glad it has gone to a person who I consider my equal in meat (See “Bacon Versus Sausage” for more about meat).
Concerning “It Came Down to Me or the Hobby,” I am happy to report that calling myself a fly-fisherman has opened plenty of doors for me. But I was chagrined to find out that most serious flyfisher-gentleman only practice catch and release. I wish they’d told me that before I shot all those fish.
Finally, water still hasn’t touched my face, though it almost did at one point. Have a good summer!
Taking my own advice from “Big Man Lives Small,” I gave away, sold, or tossed about 1,000 pounds of stuff before the move. I also lost 5 pounds lugging the remaining 6,000 up the 46 stairs to my new abode. Big man lives small indeed.
The fate of my grill – much speculated about in “Blithely Did I Sign that Lease” – has gone to my friend Blake, who has agreed to all of my terms. While I miss it dearly, I’m glad it has gone to a person who I consider my equal in meat (See “Bacon Versus Sausage” for more about meat).
Concerning “It Came Down to Me or the Hobby,” I am happy to report that calling myself a fly-fisherman has opened plenty of doors for me. But I was chagrined to find out that most serious flyfisher-gentleman only practice catch and release. I wish they’d told me that before I shot all those fish.
Finally, water still hasn’t touched my face, though it almost did at one point. Have a good summer!
posted by Porterman at 9:31 AM
6 Comments:
Good to have you back, Porterman! Keep up the good work-
A good start Porterman. Only 115 pounds to go!
Imagine, if you'd worked out a little before your move, you only would have lugged an extra 5,779 pounds up the stairs.
Here's a tip: Don't make the deliveryman come up the stairs every time. You'll burn a few extra calories going downstairs to pay for your Double Cheese Extra Large Stuft Crust, and then bringing it up yourself.
Or better yet, just leave your "flat" and pick the pizza up yourself. You can order the pizza mid-journey, using your mobile, and walk it back yourself. When you get there, use the stairs instead of the lift.
Me? I live in an "apartment", so it's different.
Don't listen to Staci. She's just trying to subvert your progress by making fun of you. If you want your good life to extend past the age of 45 or so, you'll start doing a little excercise, my tubby friend. I don't want to read any posts about the Porterman's quadruple bypass.
And I'd like to add a helpful tip. Keep track of that waistline as you repeatedly make your way down the stairs for those pizzas, as weight fluctuations can play sudden tricks on a man. As with pants that just one day don't seem to fit anymore, so can a dieting man fall into the gargantuan toilet he bought for himself. Just trying to keep the water off your face, Porterman.
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