Thursday morning was about watering the flower seedlings then free weights and standing exercises, a whole bank of both, 5lb each hand, 6lb each leg, then stretches, finishing with a walk.
When I first got back into leg weights, I thought at first I hadn't put equal amounts into each sleeve. My left leg was so much weaker than the right, after surgery, that I know thought I'd put too much weight on it. Now they feel pretty much equal, so I must have gained strength.
After all that exertion, a rest with a few minutes with a heating pad, and lunch of tuna mashed potatoes, I was hardly able to stay awake for Misfits.
I managed it, and this is where I realize I lost track of time and forgot to order eggs and yogurt before the ordering window closed. Also cheese.
But I will survive, with cod, maybe battered, and maybe with tomatoes and olives in some sort of southern French invention. The tomatoes will also work with the available cheese and eggs in a bake.
The apricots will make a sauce or a preserve thing, and the strawberries need no help. This week it's Envy apples, there being no Gala available. The fruit is so beautiful it's amazing that it's sold at a discount for size, too big or small, or surplus.
Coffee has become a vital early morning need, a simple Melitta pour over.
So that's Thursday, followed by a rest.
A bit hot in the afternoon on the deck, near 90. But happy day everyone, whatever your weather.
I stayed out a while, then came in and dozed until teatime, chocolate pudding, strawberries and a pot of tea. I needed light relief from all that's going on and went for
That did the trick.
In other protest news, there's a Not My King protest at the Trooping the Color event in London
It seems that people who have a king don't want him and people whose current situation arose from rebelling against a king also don't want one. Bad time for kings. Maybe a different career path is indicated.
