Happy
Laissez les Bons Temps Roulez
Day!
And, yes, we're rolling right along on this Fat Tuesday morning at the Lovestead.
I've decided that I'll stick with the fat today and start shedding some pounds tomorrow when the religious calendar sez we're not supposed to eat so much.
The way I see it there won't be much of a sacrifice in my losing about 30 pounds over the next couple of weeks.
Easiest diet and quickest I'll ever do.
And, I can eat whatever I want, as much as I want.
I'll start out slowly, though.
Possibly, tomorrow, I'll lose a three or four pounds when I no longer have wear my wool sweater over two other layers and I may not have to wear my fleece jacket underneath two top layers.
Then, it will take a few more days of temps rising above the teens before I lose approximately 15-20 more pounds.
ALL AT ONCE.
That big, cumbersome green coat, and its warm, fuzzy lining, which has been weighting me down for the past several weeks may just go in the closet and not come out until another winter.
I'll be happy when that day comes cuz you'd think I had a big beer belly every time I reach down to zip it up.
And, that's pretty frustrating cuz Liam's always on the other side of the garage door barking, "Hurry up. Come out here and play with me."
Between Liam's incessant reminders that I'm not moving fast enough and my "hit and miss" attempts to plug that zipper into its slot hidden down there under all those other layers pooching out and obstructing my line of sight, I get a bit frustrated----every time!
So, yes, in a few days, it will be good to say good bye to that heavy layer and maybe even go back to just a fleece and a vest over only two layers when I go out to do chores.
Plus, a lot of what has looked like fat will be hanging in the closet.
I guess you'd call it closet dieting.
Yeah, on this day before Lent, I'm seeing several little signs that we might be rolling a little better soon and not cuz we're fat.
This IS the day the slice-and-dice doctor has made for Bill to have his first foot check-up.
Whether or not we'll rejoice and be glad on it----that's to be decided.
Even if the doc refuses to let Bill head out to the mountains with his snowshoes on Ash Wednesday to set out some new geocaches, we can rejoice and be glad in the fact that we're both still alive.
Haven't gotten divorced in this past two weeks of togetherness.
Haven't killed each other.
I have a feeling Bill's days of rolling one-legged with the good times are far from over. We're hoping, though, that because he has had no pain, maybe healing is coming along nicely.
Another plus, for his upcoming rehab days: it might just warm up enough for him to extend his at-home knee-rolling territory.
Maybe, just maybe, there will be some days soon when he can go out on the deck and roll south, turn around and then roll north and then start all over again, gradually increasing his deck laps.
The fresh air itself will be a nice change for a guy who's sum total of breathing clean North Idaho air for the past two weeks has been from the garage to the pickup and back again.
So, more fresh air oughta help like every other little freedom that unfolds for him over the next few weeks.
In the meantime, we still have snow, lots of it, and, as you can see, there's the rare sight of a partially frozen-over Lake Pend Oreille.
Yesterday, while rolling down Hickey Road, I saw the snowblower operator in the photo below and thought he might be my lawnmower wizard Tony.
Tony's dad lives on Hickey Road, so I figured maybe Tony was out fixing his dad's snowblower and testing it.
So, I stopped, and the operator eventually turned around, looked at me and then took off his woolen face mask.
Twas Tony's dad who doesn't know me from a hole in the ground.
Still, he smiled and then smiled really big when I told him how much we at the Lovestead appreciate his son.
Tony's dad then went back to blowing snow and I went back to rolling down country roads.
Pretty hard to find anything besides winter in these parts.
The really good times of spring, summer and fall are obviously still far off, but we, in our resilience, do our best to find good times, even in deep snow and on Fat Tuesday.
Happy day before Lent.
May you have good times today, and may you rejoice and be glad----about something, anything, no matter how trivial.
It all counts as we strive for the joy of each new day.
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