Two weeks ago yesterday, I put in 28,000-plus steps on my Fitbit.
In reflection, I'd say that day, when we had a water leak, was the worst day for me since our house burned down in 1984.
In reflection, I'd say that day, when we had a water leak, was the worst day for me since our house burned down in 1984.
Twas a snowy, wintry, miserable day, littered with one frustration after another, and then, of all things, the day even ended with a rare ZAGS loss.
In my mind, they don't get much worse than that.
Yesterday---exactly two weeks later---I again put in 28,000 steps on my Fitbit.
No Gonzaga loss and no real frustrations.
It was solely "my day," and I embraced it with zeal and excitement.
Bill was still in Moscow for his convention AND doing mighty fine, by the way. He drove the 128 miles down on Sunday and 128 miles back last night with no problems.
Twas a welcome treat having a complete day to myself to do what I wanted to do pretty much every second until Bill drove in the driveway after 8 p.m. last night.
In my case, the wide open, uninterrupted opportunity to work hard and get things done is the best.
So, that's what I did.
Seeing that it was possible to get to our gravel pile, I fired up the tractor and hauled several loads of gravel to the muddy area in front of our garage where we walk into the house.
I took care of some projects in town as quickly as possible and then came home to start cleaning up the messes around the year where limbs have blown down and dogs have done a lot more business than expected.
We can now look out windows and see some sections of the yard transformed from eyesores to tidy patches of lawn which should green up quickly.
I also worked on the still soupy section of the driveway, cleaning up some of the mess but knowing it will involve a lot of tender loving and careful attention over the next week or so.
All the time I raked around the snow patches, doggies played. I'm thinking they were energized with just as much euphoria as I.
It was a lovely early spring day with moderate temperatures and plenty of blue skies accented with billowy clouds.
As evidenced by today's photos, rakes are not yet appropriate in a majority of the yard, but today's sunshine should help melt more snow.
We do have one major problem, at least for now.
It's been occurring in our barnyard, where this morning one of my boots broke through thin ice, sinking into extremely cold, wet muck.
Had to change my sock upon returning to the house.
That's incidental, however, to poor young CB who does not want to get his feet wet, especially when it involves leaving the barn and coming back to the barn.
Monday night, when I put the horses in the barn, all went well until CB's turn to go in.
It took me at least 15 minutes and a handful of grain for him to conjure up enough courage to take very careful steps through the streams running through the barnyard.
Last night, he was still reluctant about getting those feet wet but eventually seemed to remember that the water had not killed him the night before.
This morning he still hadn't mustered up a desire to cross over to the area where I had dropped the hay.
I guess this is good trail-horse training for him, and, after this morning wet sock incident, I can understand his resistance.
Anyway, I totally enjoyed every single one of yesterday's 28,000 steps, which registered on my Fitbit.
Big change from two weeks ago when the whole day was such a downer.
Bill is feeling pretty dang good about these days too, figuring that maybe by next week, he'll get the go-ahead to start walking again.
For now, life is already much better, cuz he knows he can deal with the extra logistics involved with getting in the pickup and driving wherever he wants.
The way I see it, life is getting better for all of us, 'cept maybe CB.
Happy Wednesday.
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