Days 93, 94: Weather walks

I did the Miller's to Old Mill Pedestrian bridge, to McKay and back to Miller's, which is Mill Loop A (I have no idea where Mill Loop B is) yesterday. At the Schwab, I did the "full fatho five" bit from "The Tempest."  Dour piece of poetry, that.

  1.5 according to the little posts.

Today I did Logger's Loop, which is the Farewell Bend, Riverbend, Old Mill Pedestrian bridge.  1.33 miles.

Each walk I worked in some extra footage.  Of the two, I like Mill Loop A.  I guess it's because I go over the river at White Water Park, and there's more of a variety of views in the walk, plus the Schwab.

Both times the weather was iffy, but I went anyway, and at the worse, got a bit of  mist sprayed on me for a few minutes.

Not a day

The day has been grey and I've been melancholy.  I knew little pieces of something were falling from the sky, and then there were more, but the quantity seemed to stay small.  If it's rain, it's not very wet.  If it's hail, it's really small and melts when it hits any surface.

After I picked up a book at the library, I decided to swing over to Miller's Landing and take a stroll.  I had my hat, and I wore my appropriately dark fleece, which was enough for the time to walk around the park and stand at the water and watch the small currents and the little ripples from whatever the wet stuff was as it fell.

My concern about doing Logger's Loop was the possibility of a downpour while I was out and about.  I thought about taking another walk around the park, and maybe I should have.  However, I just went back home.  I'm putting together a kit for the future:  gloves, a cap, a compact umbrella, a scarf, an extra tee shirt for warmth, a timer for my half hour, and if I find one, a rain poncho.  And maybe a folding beach or lawn chair, so I can sit at the dock and watch the time flow away.

Day 92: Meanwhile, Back to the Schwab

I walked from Miller's Landing to the flagged bridge in Old Mill, then back by the Schwab.  This time there were three generations of women who watched and applauded by rendition of "Lobster Quadrille".

I don't do all the chorus lines, "will you/won't you, would not/could not", just half of them. I know how short my attention span is, and I wouldn't expect my audience to have more.

After I left the stage, the six year old granddaughter got up and her mom turned on some rousing rock music for her to dance to.

Forty degrees with a slight breeze.  Note to self: Bring gloves.

Not a day

I weigh myself every morning.  The scale is an old-fashioned Sunbeam spring, and the numbers fluctuate from day to day, and hour to hour, for those times that I check twice.

Today I weighed the same as after my twins were born, which is less than when I went to work at Fred Meyer.

Not going to double-check/double weigh today!

Next goal:  How much I weighed on my first Mother's Day as a mom.