Moving in May, 5/19

I have to be quick tonight, only have a few minutes before I need to be in bed by midnight. I am so tired. I hope I can sleep in tomorrow morning.

Today, I checked my cell phone, aka my watch,when I started my walk. It was 1:10. I walked through Benson Park & stopped at the flag pole. I don't think I've walked through the park since Daddy retired. He was the caretaker of the park for many years when the city had it, before they gave it back to the LDS Church.

There is a beautiful poem written by Mark Hart on a plaque at the base of the flag pole. Mark Hart married Don & I in 1982 in the Logan LDS Temple. There is also a dedication to President Ezra Taft Benson's mother, Sarah Dunkley Benson. I am assuming the park is named after her. I always thought it was named after his wife, Flora.

As I continued through the park to First East, I saw the Farm Bureau office & realized I hadn't canceled the insurance on the 1969 Chev pickup that Nick traded for his '77 Chev Corvette. So, I angled my way across the street to the Farm Bureau office & canceled the insurance. Woo hoo, one less vehicle on our insurance!

Back to the car behind the Citizen. Nick called as I was almost to First South, wondering where I was. I said I'd drive over to Mother's as soon as I got back to the car. I forgot to check the time until I pulled into Mother's driveway, which is only a minute or 2 from the center of town. It was 1:29. So, even though I made a couple of stops, I was out & about for about 20 minutes. When I got home, Don & I walked down to feed the dog.

Now, I'm having people ask me if I'm sick because I've lost so much weight. I really haven't lost that much weight, but maybe the walking is helping tone up my tummy. I know my neck is getting thinner. I'm soon going to have a turkey neck.

Pickups, walking & babies

Here is Nick standing in the "new" driveway by his '69 pickup today, about 15 to 4. I'm glad it wasn't blurry. So many of my pictures turn out blurry.

This was a farm pickup & he found it out in Whitney in a field, sitting there rusting. Not sure what was wrong with it. He & Don-Mike fixed it up & he got a lot of years out of it. He traded it, plus some cash, for the Corvette, which they are now trailering home.

One of the T-tops blew off the 'Vette & the owner stopped, picked it up out of traffic, called Nick & told them to get off at the next exit. They did & he returned the T-top. They put all of the loose stuff in the camper shell on Don-Mike's pickup. They took Don-Mike's "new" diesel pickup.

On to walking. A friend had a link on her blog for a blog named Little April Rose. April's mommy has a link to Kayleigh Anne Freeman. In reading the condolences for little Kayleigh, I ran across a link, out of the thousands of comments, that intrigued me, Random Thoughts of a Great-Granny Grandma. See how blog browsing just kind of snowballs?

I read one of Great Granny's posts & thought it was interesting. It kind of summed up my day today:

1. Tell us how you sneak exercise in when you can't "get to they gym" or "the treadmill is broken" or whatever. What do you do at work/around the house/etc. to move more?

I certainly tried to be creative today. I knew I wouldn't have time for a straight 15 minute walk. I tried to get through work by 11:30 since we had DUP this afternoon & the books were being audited. I knew we would need to eat lunch. I parked out in the farthest corner of Stokes parking lot. For the local people, it was where the pink Victorian house used to be on 2nd South. I walked across the parking lot & down to Lewiston State Bank. Once I got my money, I walked down to the deli, opposite end of the grocery store & bought a couple of 3" sandwiches, a small bag of chips, a small macaroni salad & a small cherry pie for lunch. Back out to the car.

This evening, after supper at ChesterFried Chicken, we went back to Stokes to see if they had some postage stamps. I wanted to mail the DUP audit to the company secretary. However, I still have 42¢ stamps. The post office was closed because by now it was after 6 p.m. The post office used to have a vending machine, but no more. We went there & I walked in, only to find a metal sign over the wall where the stamp vending machine used to be. Stokes only have 44¢ stamps. I had Don park out quite a ways from the entrance & walked in & back out.

When Mother discovered that we were looking for 2¢ stamps she said she had some in the cupboard at home. Sure enough, she did. So, I took one & got the audit in the mail, woo hoo!!

Then, this evening, I walked down to feed the dog. Don walked with me & he watered the dog while I got the food out of the shed. Don had to make a special trip to the grocery store last night for dog food. He got the 50# bag. Now, tonight, I see the cats are almost out of food.

The second part of this was:

2. Let us know how your week went. Let us know your goals for next week. Not your long-term goals, just your goals for next week.

If you follow my blog, I let you know how my week went almost every day, LOL. Goals are to continue to walk daily, make the bed daily. One of my big goals for this week was to get MY wash caught up. I needed undies & socks. Undies washed, folded & waiting to be put away. Socks washed & in the dryer. I'm hoping I won't have any orphan socks. I have 9 orphans. I really wish I could find the mates.

Now, back to Kayleigh, April Rose, & Baby Jonah. Jonah is my cousin Loraine's grandson. He was born at 24 weeks gestation in September 2008. Loraine's dad, Jim, told me about a blog that Tanya & Dave were keeping of their baby Jonah. I started following Jonah's blog. I checked it morning & night. Dave & Tanya are sometimes very late in updating it & I couldn't go to bed without checking the blog. I was having a hard time sleeping back then. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle night &, almost without volition, start praying for Jonah.

Now that I'm off the femara, the new CPAP helps too, I'm sleeping better. But one blog leads to another & now I have a whole list of blogs to check. My main ones though are Jonah, Kayleigh & April Rose. I have my blog list set so that those blogs that have new entries rise to the top, like cream, LOL.

Tuesday, May 12

OK, maybe I have to renege on my comments yesterday about DUP. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought. Yes, I was as unorganized as I thought. Yes, I was nervous ... very. I even took my sweater off & sat there in my tank top with my "funny" underwear hanging out. But it was warm ... my inner child was having a field day with the matches. But ... the audit went ok. I came out with the right amount.

One of my friends, Jean, had a hitch hiker. She brought her husband Glen's pickup truck to DUP. I asked her to take Mother home, while the DUP finances were being audited. When they went out to get in the truck, a little stray cat that has adopted them, jumped out of the back of the pickup, across the street & into the middle of the block. After Jean took Mother home, she went home & she & Glen drove back to where we had DUP. Jean walked through the backyards calling the cat. It didn't come. Now she's worried about the poor cat. At least she didn't kill it.

Mother said maybe the cat would go home. Well, Jean lives on 4th South & 4th West. Beth lives on 2nd South & 3rd East. That's a long way for a little cat to go. We had a cat that I gave away when we were moving from Woodruff. I wasn't going to make the same mistake with the Woodruff cats that I made with the Grace cats. Just abandon them. I gave Miss Piggy & her kittens away. We took them to a ranch about 15 miles up Monte Cristo. One day, a few days later, I saw a black cat dead on the side of the road almost to the Mountain Fuel Subdivision. I know it was Miss Piggy because there were no houses, ranches around. She was almost home.

Anyway, speaking of pickups. Nick & Don-Mike went to Rigby this afternoon to trade Nick's '69 pickup for a Corvette. It's mid-'70's, they think. The guy doesn't know what year it is. I have a picture of Nick's pickup on the flat bed, perhaps I'll share it later this evening. They are trailering it up. I really liked that pickup. It was classy, but it wasn't a 'Vette, sigh, so therefore, not classy enough.