Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Walking The Dog
A long time ago I had G take this picture of me and Riley. He was younger and didn't have a white muzzle. Gosh, he looks so black. Like black velvet. I don't know if I even own those jeans. I still have the socks.
Life on the winter furlough is stuck in a rut already. G gets up at 6am with Riley. Then they go back to bed. I get up at 9:30 and Riley and I wait for G to get up around 10:30. He eats breakfast and then we walk the dog. Errands are done after the walk. Lunch is eaten around 3 pm. It's dark here in Maine at 5. The news. Book to read or television to watch. That's it for the day. Occasionally I cook dinner or we go out instead of eating lunch.
I miss going to work.
Yesterday and today I scheduled a second one hour walk with a friend. Well, two friends. Just not both of them at the same time. So, I am getting 2 hours of exercise each day and some conversation.
I also went up to the attic and got two more pairs of pants out of the size 16 box. They need hemming so I intend to do that as soon as I hit publish on this post. I was bored with the two pair I have been wearing for a few weeks now. New colors are needed. New socks as well.
All the laundry is done. G vacuumed. The dishes are washed. I am reading another book--that's two this week so far. None of the blogs I read have new posts. It's like everyone has gone into hibernation.
I need another layer over my sweater--it's cold in here. Once I sit on the couch I will be tempted to take a nap. I'd rather not do that.
Must hem pants.