Being the ever-so-compliant patient, and the umpteenth attempt to change over to a healthier lifestyle, I decided to start small this time. After all, that is what my therapist has been trying to encourage me to do….set a goal, and take baby steps to reach it. I’ve decided to start with crawling before I take my first steps.
I put on my shorts for the first time this season.
I had a bit of a dilemma deciding on the 20-year-old, ratty-tatty shorts, spattered with many different paint colors, or the muumuu. I’m sure my husband was happy that I chose the shorts.
I had to dig to find the gas mask to conquer the pollen, but had no success. Ha! Not really, but I did have my Albuterol handy.
I swiped the dirt off of one of the deck chairs, and soaked up some rays. Here’s proof—since I’m on vacation from laundry—I thought I needed to share the obligatory Vacation-Foot photo. Unfortunately, we don’t have a beach or a pool in our backyard, so you’ll have to use your imagination. For the record, my legs ARE that glaringly white.
I was visited by one of these critters, which are annoying.
I’m sure they might sting if aggravated, but mostly, they hover in our personal space. They also bore holes into our deck to lay their little eggs. Carpenter Bee–fitting, isn’t it? My husband, the bee-hater, uses a racquet to smack them across the yard.
I got in some exercise by letting the dog in and out about ten times before noon, having to leave my perch on the couch each time.
Some pretty decent crawling, I’d say.