In our new neighborhood, I can walk ten minutes (or less) and end up with this:
Or I can (and do) walk 45 minutes in the other direction, before circling back and enjoying the 10 minutes to home with my cone.
I don't believe in earning food with exercise, but so many good things have happened to us lately when we've taken a roundabout route, so if it is ice cream I want (and I do) I'm going to walk north before swinging south.
Anyways,I survived my semi annual check in with the oncology folks this morning. As usual, the one doc wants to cut me open and take a look see, but the rest of them are content if I get a new set of labs and, after a bit of negotiation, will allow me to delay a PET scan until Fall. I just can't see any day in August working for me and so late September it will be.
In other news, I have started, ripped and restarted a sweater, but there is not enough of it to photograph.
Our 4th will be a quiet one, we are invited out to the lake for a party at Cousin Pat's, but driving back from the beach late at night holds no appeal and Gary is going to work on Thursday morning which will leave him too tired for the drive out there.
However, Thursday will also be G's last day at his current job because he starts a new job next week with saner hours and more time off. It will return him to working for the organization where he was Volunteer of the Year in 1980, he thinks the new job will make him feel 26 again.
In other, other news, we traded in my car yesterday. I knew that my old one needed brakes and maybe tires and then there was a thump, thump, thump sound, but a bigger reason was that I could not get the seat adjusted in a way that I could see enough of what was happening behind me.
I must have either broken down the seat when I was heavier, or the inches off my behind have made me sit shorter? Anyway, I was starting to wonder if I needed to use my Grandma B's* method of buckling the cushions in underneath me, so they wouldn't shift when I sat on them.
But it was easier to just trade in the thumper and go back to parking at the far end of the parking lots, to keep the new car ding free, as long as possible.
And finally, Griffin is having one of those weeks that should make us all glad that we are no longer 17. Don't worry, he will be fine, I know this because while we were talking out the latest wrinkle, he drew me this:
* Grandma B was 4'8" and I am 5'8"