It was hard to get out of the apartment.
It had already been a busy morning. My husband and I went to church with two of our daughters. The other one and her husband were staying at a motel, and we learned from a text message that their car wouldn't start, so Doug and one daughter left early, and our other daughter and I watched the annual children's program. After the meeting, we went to the motel, where we who didn't know cars thought it was the starter, but Doug found out it was a corroded battery terminal.
We all came back to the apartment, where the newest wife made breakfast the two of them, and the other sisters packed up their stuff, we had prayer, and they all left. I got on the internet for a bit, answered a question on Quora regarding the duties of a stock clerk and read the Sunday funnies, and then got off to work on a Samurai Suduko puzzle. I wanted to go, but didn't...look at the clouds, will it rain? I don't know where to walk. I'm sleepy. PBS is on television and it's interesting. Doug was napping; where should I leave a note?
He woke up, I announced I was going for a walk, and went.
It takes ten minutes to walk to the Dollar Tree. It took the half hour to walk from the apartment to there, north on Parrell Road (very few cars but a notable lack of sidewalks, and what there were were short), down to Brosterhous Road, onto the canal road, heading south, behind the motel and such, out to the bridge (no sidewalks, and the narrowest bike lane on the whole of Third Street--I waited for traffic to have a gap before I crossed, and then make it to the bus stop, where I learned that the first bus there was a few minutes after 6 a.m. My alarm went off, but I don't think I had it set right in the first place. I walked down to the intersection of the Dollar Tree, crossed over and headed back to the apartment, feeling a sense of accomplishment ("smug" would have been faster to write) for having done my half hour. Even if the alarm wasn't correctly, I still met my goal of walking a half hour, and some minutes more.
I'm not concerned about making a certain distance these first ten days; right now, it's about getting out getting out of the apartment.
(below--someone else's photo of the Dollar Tree at Reed Lane and Third Street)
It had already been a busy morning. My husband and I went to church with two of our daughters. The other one and her husband were staying at a motel, and we learned from a text message that their car wouldn't start, so Doug and one daughter left early, and our other daughter and I watched the annual children's program. After the meeting, we went to the motel, where we who didn't know cars thought it was the starter, but Doug found out it was a corroded battery terminal.
We all came back to the apartment, where the newest wife made breakfast the two of them, and the other sisters packed up their stuff, we had prayer, and they all left. I got on the internet for a bit, answered a question on Quora regarding the duties of a stock clerk and read the Sunday funnies, and then got off to work on a Samurai Suduko puzzle. I wanted to go, but didn't...look at the clouds, will it rain? I don't know where to walk. I'm sleepy. PBS is on television and it's interesting. Doug was napping; where should I leave a note?
He woke up, I announced I was going for a walk, and went.
It takes ten minutes to walk to the Dollar Tree. It took the half hour to walk from the apartment to there, north on Parrell Road (very few cars but a notable lack of sidewalks, and what there were were short), down to Brosterhous Road, onto the canal road, heading south, behind the motel and such, out to the bridge (no sidewalks, and the narrowest bike lane on the whole of Third Street--I waited for traffic to have a gap before I crossed, and then make it to the bus stop, where I learned that the first bus there was a few minutes after 6 a.m. My alarm went off, but I don't think I had it set right in the first place. I walked down to the intersection of the Dollar Tree, crossed over and headed back to the apartment, feeling a sense of accomplishment ("smug" would have been faster to write) for having done my half hour. Even if the alarm wasn't correctly, I still met my goal of walking a half hour, and some minutes more.
I'm not concerned about making a certain distance these first ten days; right now, it's about getting out getting out of the apartment.
(below--someone else's photo of the Dollar Tree at Reed Lane and Third Street)
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