Tired

Those leaves are heavy!

Walked a lot of steps yesterday.  This morning to yoga and then home to work in the yard.  I filled three large trash bags with leaves.  There'll be probably double that many bags before the leaf gathering is through. And now I'm tired.  My back is protesting.  And my feet are chiming in their own discomfort.

Ready to shine in the dark.

But it feels good to have at least a portion of the leaves raked up and bagged ready for the trashmen.  The guy that was here Tuesday cleaning our gutters trimmed some limbs from one of our pines.  😞Those limbs have also been chopped into garbage bin sized debris.  It was only a couple hours (hard) work but we accomplished a lot.  It's always fun to be working with my favorite.

Yesterday morning's walk took my through the city park.  They've been making great progress getting all the lights on the many trees for the holiday season. Some have even been on at night and it's pretty.

Every tree has lights.

Yup, that would be me.

We took in a movie (yay for $5 Tuesdays) - saw Harriett and thought it was excellent.  Shared a sandwich at Village Baker (one of our new go-to places, their sandwiches are huge which makes them perfect for sharing, we're not even tempted by the chips.  The cookies - yes.  But not the chips.) then went to the latest ice creamery (Handel's) for a cone.  Mine was so huge (even though it was a small) and so soft I had to gulp it down before it ended up decorating my front.  The Husband's was colder/harder so he could take his time.  His mint chocolate-chip was pretty tasty.  I opted for straight chocolate and wasn't that enamored of the flavor.  If we go back I'll try a different flavor.  I'm nervous for the success of this new place.  It's fall, and cold out in the evenings.  There isn't anywhere to sit inside, not a single chair (nor a single trash can) inside.  Don't know how many people will be anxious to buy ice cream in the winter and sit and eat in their car, or outside in the cold and wind.  Not an auspicious sign - at least to me.

I laughed right out loud.  Over and Over.

Tasty.

Was asked yesterday if I was excited for the holidays.  And I had to be honest.  Nope.  Not.  Not even remotely.  They're always (for me) so fraught with anxiety and disappointment.  I know that's mostly the result of expectations, which I try to temper.  And I'm getting better at that part.  But not so far 100% successful.  I spend an inordinate amount of time trying to find just the right gift for people.  With varying degrees of success.  I think I'm just a tad weary.

Sunday is my Relief Society lesson.  I'm anxious.

Still I'm grateful. So grateful for my comfy chair that feels so good on my back.  I'm grateful for a really good washer and dryer to help clean the yard junk off my clothes.  I seemingly can't accomplish a single task without getting covered in whatever it is I'm doing.  I'm glad I tried a new cake recipe that turned out well enough I wasn't embarrassed to take it to one of the sister I minister to - her Dad passed yesterday and it's hard.  I'm grateful for leftover soup for dinner tonight - I'm too tired to cook something from scratch.  It's too bad I'm such a whiner about being tired.  😏