Day Two

Today was day two of my re-yoga-ing and I'm feeling it. My stomach muscles are achy from holding the Plank until the program pings to say to switch poses and the muscles around my shoulder blades are squawking from the Cobra pose. I don't really mind. It feels kind of good to be using my muscles again.

 

It snowed overnight. Again. I lay in bed this morning and heard the snowplow go by and wondered if it had buried my trash and recycling bins in a snowdrift. It only hemmed them in a little. I freed them and put them away before using my trusty big red snowblower to clear the driveway. And I salted the top so it's easier to pull into the garage.

 

After snowblowing, I went out the patio door to refill the suet nuggets and the cob corn feeders. I haven't seen any birds or squirrels for a couple days. The birdbath heater is evidently kaput so maybe there's open water for them somewhere else. I just looked on Amazon and found a self-contained heated birdbath that I can shove into the ground next fall and just plug in so I don't have to worry about the heater not being underwater. I put it on my wishlist.

 

I decided I wanted to paint more flowers after supper so I called up the next flower in the 31 days of flowers class. It's supposed to be Lavender. I think it looks more like Wisteria but who am I to argue? The teacher paints fast and isn't too concerned with it looking exactly like the flowers. I like that.

 

This afternoon after snowblowing, bird feeder filling, and grocery shopping (I was out of bananas, mandarins, and grapes. It was busy but not crazy.), I wrote for a while. 687 words that I'm marginally happy with. I had Rose meet her old nemesis at the grocery store and the bad lady apologized for all her nasty rumors. Rose knew they'll never be friends, but she was grateful for the cessation of hostilities.

DS called this evening to say that I could call him for a ride if I get too over-served to drive home after partying tonight. Ha! I assured him that I wouldn't need a ride because I wasn't planning to go out to celebrate. The last time I was out on New Year's Eve was for the new millennium 25 years ago. Man, that's a long time ago. I remember when I was a kid calculating how old I'd be in the year 2000 and thinking that 49 was incredibly old. From 74 years old, 49 looks like a spring chicken!

 --Barbara