I don't want to get too excited, but it's 78 degrees here and sunny...it's been a nice few days. Which brings me to thinking of clothes. I began trying on clothes from last summer, and, oh my. Which sent me back to the track. Loaded up tunes on my ipod...Salisbury (Uriah Heep), Radioactive (Imagine Dragons), and The Black Pearl (Klaus Badelt) to name a few. DROVE to the track to begin. It's pretty crowded, lots of people walking trying to get back in shape, and then the show offs running the track. I can't believe that Linda and I used to run as much as we did, sometimes 8-10 miles. Sick. Oh, well, one must begin somewhere. I found the first few days are the hardest, now I actually look forward to it. There is a man and his son in front of me walking. I watch them, as I do with anyone in front of me. They are talking and actually seem to be enjoying each other as they walk. Later a woman (I assume the mom) join them and the man jogs a few laps while the mother and son walk. The thing that struck me was that both adults seem to enjoy being with the son and talking with him...and they were there the whole time I was.
There was a woman on crutches, said she was doing it so she didn't gain too much weight while she had her cast on her leg. Broke it in the last storm we had on the ice. She was slow, but boy, she kept it up.
Always enjoy seeing people trying...no matter what, out there trying. It's nice. Scott is working out at the gym everyday now...and eating healthier. Said he feels much better now...Go Scott!
Today there were gym classes on the track. They were seventh and eighth graders, an awkward age group in terms of size. There was one boy who was close to six foot, another beside him who was lucky to be five foot. Chatting away as they ran the track. Same with the girls, although the difference was not so prominent. Girls giggling, boys bumping into them and elbowing each other when a cute girl passes them. I do not want to be that age again!
I am stalled with the spring cleaning. Just can't get motivated again. The kitchen is daunting. I baked a cherry pie (Sarah Lee) a few months ago. Somehow, and I can't imagine how, it slid and spilled all over the oven door and the bottom of the oven. I tried, I really did, try to get it all cleaned up. Boy, what a smokey, smelly mess until it all burned on. And can we talk about the refrigerator? Perhaps we shouldn't. There is a bottle of wine in there that was a gift when I left my last job. Does wine stay good forever? I'm afraid to try it. And the door of the refrig is full of things that have expired. Who ever knew Ketchup expired? Katie, that's who. Someday the kitchen will be cleaned. But it will just get dirty again. So, maybe I just will ignore it.
There is a flu bug going around. So far as I have counted, six people in four days are hurling all over Phipps. In addition, one person had a seizure and another two fainted. Welcome to Phipps. And of course, there is a new bird flu. It's been on the national news. I don't get flu shots. Seems like they weren't too effective this winter anyway. So, if I get the flu, so be it. Not that I will like it, but it seems like there is always a shot to prevent something, and I am very cautious about getting shots. Years ago I fell, and when I went to the ER they wanted to give me a tetanus shot. I declined. They were appalled. I never got lockjaw.
The Pens have clinched a playoff spot. Pirates are struggling right now, but they will come back. Tonight it is a Pens/Bucs night on TV, in addition to NCIS and NCIS LA...oh my gosh, what to watch?
I am going to enjoy the warm, sunny weather while it is here. We are supposed to get some thunderstorms later in the week. Ahhh, I love spring!