The weekend was cool and crisp but sunny and dry, so I broke out the bin where I store the covers for the patio furnitures for the summer, and all the hanging solar light accoutrements in the winter, and began the transition.Continue reading “IRL: Changing seasons, shifting sands”
So S and I were able to go out and get our walk the other day…
Our stylish masks are from the dear and delightful Kaycee of Covered With Hope.
So we had a nice (& safe) walk on a lovely (sunny & cool) autumn day. Actually this was taken before we started doing hills hither and thither.
#Friends #WiseUpMaskUp #FitnessIsFun #SanityBuddy
So one of my old friends asked me a few days back, how I’ve been getting all my steps every day, even though I’m in so much. (As of course many of us are.) Continue reading “Old friends”
Though it may seem that way…
If September 1 has a theme song here, it’s Forty by Cuppa Joe. (I quite literally got 1/3 of my daily steps to it, on the very cheeriest of loops that day.)
On the other hand, September 6 doesn’t really have a single theme song. But if it had a musical mix, the GoGos must be played…
Today a small group of virtual friends is starting our virtual run. I got the group entry/join codes and set up a team code so that our miles work cumulatively on the mission (we’re not racing each other, we’re working together to accomplish the trek from Land’s End to John O’Groats).
I’m happy and excited and Continue reading “Kick off day – Length of UK mission”
The fact that I am here (and God willing I am still here when this posts) means that I am, in a sense, where I am meant to be.
And then, where I need to be, in the days of COVID. Not in the office. Not in stores or gatherings. Not having dinner parties or houseguests in the house. Continue reading “Where I should be”
A good friend lost their family cat of 18 years recently. They knew the time was coming, of course, which meant they could take some time to appreciate and coddle him a bit extra, before their final goodbye. Continue reading “Goodbye Banzai”
It’s too early. My earliest alarm – the optimistic, maybe-I’ll-get-a-long-workout / at-least-I’ll-be-awake-to-hear-the-next-alarm alarm – won’t go off for another half hour. Continue reading “Early June morning”