Lost...And Gone

Totally kaput.

"I've lost my FitBit", said The Husband.  So we looked all around and ultimately decided it had been lost on our morning walk yesterday.  

So, off we went this morning, retracing our steps in the (vain) hope that we'd find his FitBit.  First we found the little clip that fastens the device to a pocket.  It was only slightly mangled, but we pretty much figured it had been run over by a car.  Likely multiple cars, that street is the only way into a couple smallish neighborhood developments.

On our way back, I found the next part of the FitBit, and then the rest.  It is completely destroyed and gone.  😔 I keep offering to replace it.  The Husband keeps saying no. He'd rather spend the money (and they aren't cheap) on something fun. Personally, I think it's fun to be able to keep track of our steps and activity.  I guess those are the remnants of my thought processes when he was working and I was earning money from his employer for all those steps I took every day. At any rate, those days are long gone - we mostly just want to make sure we're moving enough during the day and sort of keep track of which one of us has more.  He always has more steps than me and I can never figure out how that happens, but whatever, it's been a fun quasi competition.

Love the rainbow.

Our walk took us along a path that enabled us to watch the nearly full moon as it set across the west sky.  It was so lovely.  The clouds were moving in quite interesting patterns and all of a sudden I spotted a rainbow!  It wasn't very bright - but I considered it a lovely thing to see first thing in the morning.

And the maples are finally leafing out!  When they are fully leafed, they block the streetlight (from over a block away) from our upper windows, the ones without any permanent blinds or covering.  I love that pretty soon we won't have to put our homemade light blockers up in that window.  I despise having all that unnecessary light coming through our windows at night.

We climbed down into the outside stairwell, I was determined to pull out all the sprouting hollyhocks.  I rue the day we accepted the seeds and planted them.  After only a couple small plants it was clear the roots are too deep and large to just pull out the plants.  We've some Killzall The Husband sprayed.  I'll be watching them closely - and re-spraying them as often as we can to get rid of them.  Like a lot of "perennials" or self-seeding plants, they're pretty for a season or two, or maybe even three, but after that they're just not.  And I'm ready to be done with these particular plants.

I'm hearing some thunder from across the valley - they say we're going to get a bit of a drenching over the next couple days.  I welcome that. 

Our pretty maple trees.

And today?  I'm grateful for friends that invite us out with them for a meal.  (Still not impressed with the customer service at Zupa's - they really can't quite get it right and my soup was cold by the time we finally managed to get seated.  I mostly like the food, but generally figure it's not quite worth the stress cost.) I'm grateful for the warming of temperatures so that we can turn off the furnaces for a while and save a bit of money.  Our heat bill has been exorbitant this last winter. I'm grateful for a good book to read and a project that I can finish up and for the ability to choose what to do today.