Thursdays Thoughts

My walk this morning was extra long, decided to go a bit further to see how long that particular part of the trail actually is.  According to my FitBit it was over 6 miles round trip.  Combine that with the effects (I expected to just breeze through it) of my first ever Yoga class yesterday and I just feel tired.

Walking in the morning will likely always be my very favorite way to start each day.  But I've become a tad concerned about my bones.  And I just know that I wouldn't be very good on a weight lifting regime.  So Yoga is my next choice.  A neighbor is a certified instructor, she has classes at her home - they're smaller and at a much better time than the usual mid-morning classes at fitness centers.  So I think I'll buy one of her punch cards and attend her classes for a while, see how I do.

It's been a strange week. Or maybe not.  Maybe it's me that's strange.

Only about a third of our carrot haul.

Saturday we pulled the rest of the carrots.  (Harvested makes it sound so official when all we did was grab the tops and pull them from the ground.) We got a fair amount of carrots that we've shared around to multiple people.  I hope they like them.  I haven't enjoyed the taste that much, but then I've never been a huge carrot fan. My fingernails were orangey for several days.

Yummy tomatoes.

Then we ignored the garden for several days.  The Husband took this large colander out this morning and brought in a bunch of tomatoes. They've been so good. But (and I never thought I'd hear myself saying this) I'm almost tired of fresh tomatoes.  We've had them several times daily over the last month and a half.  I'll try to remember that feeling when it's the middle of winter and I'm wishing the tomatoes I've picked up at the grocery didn't taste like cardboard.

And I know there are those that truly despise the morning glory.  This fence along a backyard on the trail is lined nearly the width of the yard with these morning glory and they're so pretty.  I love the colors and the way they drape down the side of the fence.  Even weeds can be lovely.

I accompanied our neighbors grandchildren (I think there were 11 of them) when they sang in our Sacrament meeting.  Had the oddest thing happen.  As soon as I was finished, I just got this strange nervous-let-down-shaky-did-an-awful-job feeling. It was pretty weird and I haven't ever felt like that before. Maybe it's time to quit playing the piano in church for people?

We're making preparations for a trip to the beach.  For the cessation of employment.  For insurance coverage.  And it all is w-a-y more complicated than I ever expected.  (In place of complicated read frustrating.  Because it surely has been that.) I'm looking forward to the beach (though the nerves start acting up whenever I think about going away from home) and looking forward to The Husband's next stage of life - working for himself instead of someone else. And I'm looking forward (actually hoping) for immediate and good health insurance.

I'm grateful today for the wonderful rain we had yesterday, complete with tons of thunder and lightning (and that the weather waited until I was home snug and safe to start its show).  It cooled things off and made for good sleeping weather. I'm grateful for more books from the library to read, and for lots of them on my e-readers to take on our beach trip. I'm grateful for plenty - of food, comforts of home and love.