Saturday, June 14, 2014

534.


Never did get that nap.

I did lay down, right here on the living room floor, couch cushions arranged just so.

But the phone rang. It was my beau, calling with words of love and allure that snatched me away from any thoughts of snoozing.

After we said goodbye, I got up and dressed for my evening walk.

Today I walked with the consciousness of walking correctly.

The outcome: awareness definitely assisted improvement.

I was able to walk for 20 minutes at a brisk pace with good form. (That's 10 minutes less than usual because when I started out, the thunder and lightening were threatening to invite rain.)

What I like most and least about my walk every day is the small lake at our local park.

The best thing about the park is the lake, the animals that live in and around it, the path that winds around it.

The worst is having to navigate all the duck/duck/goose poop the critters drop at random spots along the path.

*sigh*

The thought of stepping in anything squishy -- barefoot or while wearing shoes -- is one of those things that makes me gag.

As much as I don't want to see it, I know the poopers aren't going anywhere and I don't want to walk without including the park. So I guess I'll be side-stepping droppings for the duration.

And now I must be getting to bed. It's been a long day and I'm... tired. (I almost said "pooped"...)

Also, the beau invited me to breakfast and I should be there at 10 a.m.  (I love the way he asks me out, how courtly his words are, how he never assumes I can or will go...)

I'll need to get up by 8 a.m. if I want to be on time without rushing.

Good night folks.

Sweet dreams to all who're headed for bedtime...


Friday, June 13, 2014

533.


The juicing seminar was my excuse for missing my evening walk yesterday.

And God punished me by allowing me to drink that gag-inducing juice.

*chuckle*

However it might have been for the best.

Even though I've been walking approximately 46 years, I think I might be walking wrong somehow.

I'm not feeling it in my legs or thighs. I'm feeling it right where my foot joins my leg, on top.

Yesterday morning I switched up my walking style and did feel a bit of resistance in the backs of my thighs but not for long. I couldn't manage to maintain that walking style or method or whatever it is.

Grrrrr!

Maybe I need someone in the know to spot me?

I'll do some research online...

I still plan to walk this evening. I must keep the momentum going!

But right now, I need a nap.

Yesterday's date ran into the wee hours of this morning (as you already know if you've been reading this blog) and I'm beat.

As exhilarating and wonderful as these marathon dates have been, they're exhausting.

If I have no reason to get up early the next day, it's not so bad.

This morning I had an early appointment that I couldn't be late for. My old friend Anxiety visited this morning and woke me about an hour before I needed to get up.

Shameless hussy!

I only got 3-4 hours of sleep.

Now I'm sitting here hungry and nodding, a bad combination but totally my fault because if I had gotten up when I woke up, I would have had time to make a smoothie.

Lazy me. I laid there and dozed for another 30 minutes.

Currently, I'm sitting here on the couch fighting nods and knowing they'll win in the end. So why not just set an alarm for an hour, maybe two and give in?

No real reason to say "no".

Time for a snooze y'all!


532.


Good morning!

Guten Morgen!

Доброе утро! (Dobroe utro!)

Bonjour!

Labas rytas!

Доброго ранку! (Dobroho ranku)

Günaydın!

Buen dia!
 

Boker tov!



Yesterday with my beau was fun.

Our picnic was at a nearby park that is situated on one of many arms of a huge lake near my home. The place has gorgeous views. Some angles remind me of  images of Lake Como. Very romantic.

The weather was perfect: sunny and breezy. We had a good hour or two before the rain washed us into the car but that felt perfect too, giving us an opportunity to share good conversation and indulge in our passion for music (he's a musician, I'm an aficionado).

After our picnic, we headed off to a juicing seminar. It was fun and interesting. We both met new people, learned a lot about fruits and veggies, tasted some juice I never want to taste again. (But he thought it was palatable enough. Well...)

The seminar ended and we said our goodbyes.

I then took him on a tour of the beautiful area I am blessed to call home. Although he grew up in this county, he never spent much time in my neck of the woods. It's as far north as you can get in the county before spilling over into the next.

After the tour, we drove to a popular area venue that encompasses shopping, housing, entertainment, eateries, and a park-like atmosphere.

We walked a bit, caught a little of a live music duo, then sat on a bench to eat dessert, laugh, talk, kiss.

*sigh*

We reluctantly parted around 1:45 a.m., with plans to meet again Saturday.



531.


Date # ___________ was wonderful. (I've lost count but I think it's number four. Could be number five though. Or six. Depending.)

The picnic was fun. And romantic. And... blissful.

It rained but we were done by then. Not ready to leave the park but finished eating and had already returned stuff to the car.

We sat in the car to talk and listen to music.

I love how we feel we can ask each other any question that pops into our heads and feel like we're getting honest answers.

He said we've learned more about each other in the past few weeks than some people do in months.

Mmmmm, yes. I agree.