Hop on the bike.
|'Betty' the bike. A Mother's Day gift from my children over 25 years ago!|
Never mind that I had bushels of nice days this summer to ride my bike... oh, no. I had to wait until the threat of winter got me back on Betty the Bike. It would have been smarter for me to have built up stamina so I could breeze through this trip like lightening. But that's not the way I roll.
Procrastination is the name of the game.
Off I went, headed to the park trails, as I wanted to try a new stretch recently paved. It looked simple enough to me, and it was--just a short distance and then I turned around and headed back.
On over to the park. This was going to be my exercise for the day. Out of about a 3 mile round trip, I stopped 3 times to rest, once cutting over a grassy hill which only tired me out more. Even on flat land, the north wind was so strong I got off the bike and walked. Finally reaching home, I realized, I didn't go for a bike ride, I took my bike for a walk!
So today I decided to go for just a plain old simple walk--just me and my two feet.
(And my purse carrying keys, phone, and pepper spray.) First stop, drop off a magazine at the library. I continued down the street, stopping in at a floral shop to see their Christmas display and then on down to the bank. Small towns have their perks: The library is one block away, and the bank and bakery are about 6 blocks away. I can walk the 6 blocks to my work just under 10 minutes, and a nice park with outdoor summer concerts is two blocks away. Once when we were pricing car insurance and the salesman asked how many miles we lived from our places of employment, my husband said he was "threatening to bike to work" (8 blocks away, downhill) and I was "threatening to walk".
On the return trip I had to cut through an alley, you know... that's where all the interesting things are.
I found this old garage. It's sort of amusing, a sort of time capsule. There is a narrow drive way leading to these garage doors, and an opening just large enough for a Model T to fit in. That's the vintage of this garage. That's long gone dead in dog years!
Back home, and my big toe is hurting and the right side of my back. I guess I'd be long gone dead in dog years too!
|Won't last long|
Our firewood stash just outside the back door. Depending on the temps, this could last a week or two. If you long for a wood stove, here's a heads-up as to the realities. Locate firewood, cut and haul home. Stack at home, carry into house during all times of day or weather. Clean ashes out of wood stove, clean up mess that trails from back porch to wood stove. BE CAREFUL OF FIRE! Yes, we can roast marshmallows, yes it warms up homes and bones like no body's business, but it's a lot of work. I don't think it's going to be for us old folks too many more years!