Lazy Saturday or Sunday mornings here are such a blessing to me. This morning we slept in. Geoff is working this weekend and he managed to not make a ton of noise and get us woken up, or Toffee woken up. Miracle of Miracles.
We three woke up at about 9:30, and got the day going. Dog fed, coffee was already made but the pot had turned off, so we polished that off and got a new one going.
Doug made breakfast (I wasn't hungry) and he put on the speaker to get rid of an earworm he had (I think it was Sister Golden Hair by America) and let the playlist/mix from Spotify keep playing.
Lots of Steely Dan, some Styx, Van Morrison, Clapton, Doobie Brothers, more America, not quite a yacht rock kind of morning but definitely a vibe.
Shambala by Three Dog Night came on and he skipped it. I asked him to go back - I like that song. He groaned.
"Hey, I didn't groan when you listened to a stupid song by Rod Stewart so put it back for me. I really like that song." Begrudgingly the DJ restored justice and played the song.
It's kind of funny, Nothing super special about that song but it always makes me think of a friend from our old town. The scoutmaster's wife when Geoff was in BSA back in the day. We were on a camping trip and she and I were gathering firewood. Someone had music playing, not sure if it was our troop or a camper nearby and that song was on. We were crushing two part harmony, dancing, just really enjoying ourselves. Quite spontaneously filled with joy.
I told Doug that it makes me think of Maria, and the fun we would always have on campouts with the troop. She went to every campout, after all, her husband was the scoutmaster so why not.
I emailed her to let her know I was thinking of her, shared the memory. She wrote back immediately laughing saying she heard the song this week and was brought "right back to our own wooded Shambala" which made me smile.
I love when I hear something that takes me to a person, place, or thing.
After lunch, we got to working in the yard. Doug cleared the patio of weeds and trees, I got the cushions out and cleaned the table. He did the weeds along the fence line (thank you God) and then got the hedge trimmer out to cut back some of the wilder growth. We kind of like it wild, but it's .... too wild right now.
We moved the table back onto the patio after I swept. It could be better, we could scrape it or get it power washed but it is organic looking and nice.
Doug took a shower and I went to the store to get things we needed. Like. Dishwasher tabs. We ran out the other day and the dishwasher has been patiently waiting while the sink got all full up again.
Target was a shit show - so many people, late on a Saturday. I got home and we had dinner and relaxed.
I took myself out for a 20 minute walk before hockey because if I didn't I wouldn't make it to 10k steps. Perfect night for a walk and I beat the goal, Excellent work, me.
More yard stuff tomorrow. Digits below this picture of the patio pre-weed whacking. I can say one thing for Maryland, things grow fast and wild 'round here.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. 20 min. walk/1.07 miles. 10k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
9:45am: 123 4:15pm: 122 11pm: 88
food & meds: 9:45am: phentermine 10:30am: met+glip 12:45pm: turkey and bacon w/romaine & mayo on fajita wrap 6pm: mixed nuts, met+glip 7pm: pasta shells w/meat sauce 9:30pm: jardiance 9:45pm: more mixed nuts red wine & diet ginger ale
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