Today was lovely. Fresh Spring air, warmer temps, the steady drip of snow and ice melting. I walked to work. It was dark by the time I heard home bug that distinctive scent of fertile earth lingered interest night Air.
It's a two kilometer walk. This time last year, I was tired by the time I arrived home. Now, I'm barely into my stride by then. I know I walked 32km last year but that was in June. Since then, I've struggled with several injuries. Apparently, my legs and stamina were not affected.
We're on track for another winter storm tomorrow. I doubt I'll trudge through the snow with three little girls but maybe Ky and I will go for a stroll later.
I'm not sick of winter. I like the crisp air, the crunch of snow beneath my boots, the scent of the air. There's a strange silence to be heard even through the noise of shovels, plows and snowblowers. I enjoy it.
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Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Monday, January 06, 2014
Blessed
The temperature was so cold here the other day that the boots cracked. I've reverted them to the purple vinyl and am ordering a gorgeous, durable pair of rain boots online. I saw the perfect pair when shopping in Toronto a couple of weeks ago. Too bad they didn't have my size as the sale price is considerably less than it's-no-longer-Boxing-Week regular price.
It takes a special kind of creative to walk across the floor of the library and pop your sacrum. Freaking painful too. I had to get creative about lying on the floor at home to watch the hockey game while reading a book. The game was horrid. The book was fun. Kristan Higgins' The Perfect Match. It was a good break from all the suspense and horror I've been reading lately.
I needed to stretch my back last night. Sitting is painful, standing and walking less so. I walked slow shuffling steps on the spot while knitting a sock. My family has gotten used to my odd behaviour. Nothing much fazes them.
An interesting note. While it's only been six days since I stopped daily posts, I find I'm still thinking of at least one good thing a day. Today's is remarkably easy. Unlike most of North America, including cities within twenty minutes of us in all directions, we have power, little snow and the sun is shining. Temperatures are dropping like a stone but we're in a sweet spot, weather-wise.
It takes a special kind of creative to walk across the floor of the library and pop your sacrum. Freaking painful too. I had to get creative about lying on the floor at home to watch the hockey game while reading a book. The game was horrid. The book was fun. Kristan Higgins' The Perfect Match. It was a good break from all the suspense and horror I've been reading lately.
I needed to stretch my back last night. Sitting is painful, standing and walking less so. I walked slow shuffling steps on the spot while knitting a sock. My family has gotten used to my odd behaviour. Nothing much fazes them.
An interesting note. While it's only been six days since I stopped daily posts, I find I'm still thinking of at least one good thing a day. Today's is remarkably easy. Unlike most of North America, including cities within twenty minutes of us in all directions, we have power, little snow and the sun is shining. Temperatures are dropping like a stone but we're in a sweet spot, weather-wise.
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