Advice. Take it!

Get at least 20 minutes of outdoor time every day. Unless you are really busy. Then get an hour. Gotcha! But what great advice. Can’t get that everywhere folks. I just returned from a long weekend where I was outside all the time. Whether sitting on the screened porch, walking, or sunning, I was just breathing. Always a good plan. It is just so true that when you leave the walls behind, you expand. In a good way. #nosunningwithpinacoladas. Even if the air you breath is not the purest, your senses need the new refreshment to regroup. Maybe after Covid and quarantine, I’ve just gotten a greater appreciation for the Great Outdoors. I always liked it, now I neeeeed it. Just like plugging my a$$ into the sun. I take my walks seriously, but I also take my sits and stands the same. An additional charge. A reboot so to speak. (That must be bad grammer. What does so to speak even mean??) I saw a quote recently that I’m going to steal and hopefully do something with. ’If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine: it is lethal’. Pretty cool, huh? And since I’m into advice (mostly giving, not taking) I like the drift. I/we need to quit being so complacent.
Wrong for the swinging Boomlennial. Speaking of swinging, one just opened up and I can get off this damn teeter-totter. Very hard by yourself. #girlsjustwanttohavefun. So to speak.

The Right to Bare Arms

WhoaWhoaWhoa. You know I’m not going there, as in THERE. I’m into Summerizing right now. Verb. The big Memorial Day weekend has come and gone, and everyone must have their new mattress already. What is it about holidays that mattresses are always on sale?? Could it be that we don’t have nonstop plans? The media has us all barbecuing and grilling and kicking off the summer grander than grand. But…..maybe we all just want a good nights sleep shhhh. This year, the sun actually was shining and it was hot. As in it’s time to complain hot and run back inside for AC. I’ve been conditioned to watch the Indy 500 in a soaking rain just waiting for the next meal. Not this year, baby! Heat, white pants, straw purse and Bare Arms. What?!!? Already? I feel like I just put those away. As the season moves along I really don’t care that much (I do), but that first outing is a bit rough. I give myself all the positivity messages blah blah I can still swim and lift younguns and swing from the rafters blah blah but ouch. Guess that ping pong wasn’t as great of a workout as I thought. After quitting my gym during Covid, those muscles took a bit of a nap. My Manfriend thinks it’s time to rejoin something or other, and I know he’s right, but it would cut into our puzzle time. Just kidding. (I’m not). Seems like I don’t have time, but most of life is basically a Wednesday, and I’m sure (not sure) I could fit it in. Damn Right to Bare Arms.