The sun shone yesterday afternoon and it’s out again today. Woo hoo!!! Maybe summer has arrived here at last, or maybe I speak in haste. I’m supposed to be doing an historic walk around a local town at some point but if the day continues as its started, it could be too hot for that sort of thing. Choices, choices, again…
Everything looks so beautiful in the sunshine and it makes me feel so much better. I didn’t go out yesterday as I was busy completing a quilt for the Linus Project. Need to meet and talk to some other human beings today, I think, as it can get a bit depressing being on your own too much.
Funny that. When the family were young and I was running a home and had a full-time job, plus all the other commitments that come with school age children, I used to think how lovely it would be to just have one day to myself. Now I have lots of days to myself if I choose and I think, how lovely to have the noise and bustle of a family around.
A house can be beautiful and empty or it can be a home full of life, laughter and lifes up and downs. Think I vote for the latter.
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The above two words have tended to be on my mind quite a lot lately. I think it all stems from looking at myself in the mirror with my glasses on! It was a sad sight, I can tell you. So, onwards and upwards, as some wise sage said (though who I have no idea) and I decided it was time to do something about it.
Gym subscriptions are out of the question for me at present and I knew that somewhere in the house I had some exercise dvd’s - or so I thought. When I eventually found them, however, I discovered they were videos. What a pain! I no longer have a video player because everything these days seems to be on dvd, so I now have four perfectly good exercise tapes that I can’t play. Even if I did have a video, I have no idea how to connect it to the TV and I haven’t the room to put a video player near the TV anyway.
Well, I used to be the one to wander around saying there were no such things as problems, only opportunities. Having got to grumpy old woman stage, I couldn’t resist saying to myself, what a load of cods wallop.
I’ve managed to stop ‘grumping’ now and have at least started going on regular walks with an offshoot of the U3A group I belong to. There are twelve of us altogether who decided we needed to start with just a couple of miles at a time, rather than the five miles or so undertaken by the regular walking group.
The remainder of my exercise regime seems to be running up and down stairs, purely because I get upstairs and realise I’ve left stuff downstairs that I really need, or vice versa. Oh well, I suppose there’s more than one way to skin a cat, as the saying goes…
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