I want some new activities to get me moving, not that my old ones are stale or anything, but I want to mix things up a bit. What movement activities do you most enjoy? Please weigh in with your vote. I would love to hear more in the comments. Thanks!
Walk Much?
This is really my park
Lately my answer to that question has been a resounding no. It’s too hot, it’s too humid, there’s a storm, I’m in a hurry, and the laundry room where the treadmill is housed is like a sauna. No, I don’t usually use all of those excuses at the same time, but you can see that I have several that I can mix and match as the situation presents itself.
I need to walk. I need to do something. Anything, really. So today I did. I got the leash, attached the happy, wiggly dog to the other end, and I walked. I walked directly across the street to the park and along the shaded path that leads to the basketball court.
I continued on and walked past the volleyball pit and noticed that it has lights for night time play, then I crossed over to the playground area. I walked on down the path, along the fence separating the park from the elementary school. I followed the curve and walked alongside the large playing field and across to the street. When I arrived there, I turned around and walked back.
It was a good walk. No, it was better than that. It was an excellent walk. It was also the first time I set foot in the park in the month or so that I’ve lived here. It’s a lovely park and it’s on my doorstep. I have zero excuse for not using it. Now I know. Now I have to do it. So the next time the question, “walk much?” comes up I’ll be able to say, “Yes, all the time.”
Throwback Thursday – Cars Edition
It seems that most of the cars I remember from my childhood had something peculiar about them. This is no surprise, since oddities stick in the brain. Here are some of the cars I remember.
1. My grandmother’s sapphire blue Ford LTD. She was tiny, so she drove around on a pillow. It was a square thing and really old. Like her. Well, except for the fact that she wasn’t square.
2. My other grandmother’s Pontiac Grand Am. It was a hideous olive green color, but what a cool looking car!
3. Mom’s 1973 T-Bird. That was the car that I got my leg closed on. It was an almost white shade of light green, and the dog chewed up the armrest when my mother took him to run errands one day.
4. The Oldsmobile station wagon. This is the car I learned to drive in. It was enormous, pale yellow, and complete with faux wooden paneling.
5. VW Bug, before it was a punchbug. My friend’s mom had one, which later became her brother’s. I loved riding around in that little bug.
6. The earliest version of the Honda Civic. Back in those days Honda’s were only motorcycles. A Honda car was weird, and very tiny. I remember being squished in the backseat of one on the way to a concert during my teens.
7. The Lincoln Continental, for some reason, bugged me. One of our neighbors had one, and I thought it was the most gawd-awful looking thing around.
8. VW Thing. Another neighbor had one of those, in bright yellow. For some reason I found this car preferable to the Lincoln. Go figure.
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