Muscle Memory And Other Kinds Of Memory

I have started getting a little craving for salads again, which is good because in one bowl I am getting lots of vitamins and fiber and protein in one form or another. If I make my favorite salad dressing with miso and olive oil and garlic and ginger, I'm also getting probiotics and other good stuff, or at least that's what the claims are. In reality, who knows? 
But Lord, making a salad can surely be a messy proposition. That's what my kitchen counter looked like after I'd made and eaten my lunch salad. It made me laugh. I'm usually a clean-as-I-go cook but sometimes you just want to get the food in a dish and eat it. Part of the problem is that I like to incorporate many different vegetables in the salads and so there is peeling and chopping and grating involved which can get messy with cabbage flying about as I cut it up fine and carrots going slightly astray as I grate them. 
And other things. 
And then making the dressing takes time and effort too, what with the garlic and fresh ginger. It's not just a matter of mixing a few liquids together. 
But it is worth it. 
And after I'd spent about ten minutes cleaning and tidying, all was restored to good order. 

It's been a stay-at-home day. I didn't take a walk because it was raining off and on all morning. I did do a little weight work and a few exercises and yes, a few yoga poses like I said I need to and here's the funny thing- I did this same routine for many years back when I was younger and sleeker and wanted to keep it that way. Now of course, I want to have strong bones and stronger muscles so that I can keep doing the things I do, so in a way, yes, my goals are about the same.
I restarted this routine awhile back and what struck me is how the second I grabbed my weights, my body told me to go away now, I know what I'm doing. And by golly it does. I am doing the exact same movements and exercises I did all those years ago as if I'd never skipped a day. I can't do as many reps and my weights are lighter but not by much. I am a firm believer in more reps, less weight.
I am not trying to injure myself here and I am not ever going to be ripped or buff or whatever they call that shit. I am just trying to maintain and perhaps improve a bit. 
And walking has to be part of this too. 
I just truly hope that my joints can take it. I have a bum knee and a wrist that doesn't always cooperate with my plans. Might be time to get out the old wrist brace.

So. I am trying. 

And in saying that, I think of the saying, "Don't try. Do."

I took the trash today. Nothing of any interest there. I stopped by the post office to mail a card and buy some stamps. Ms. Tee was there and she was not her usual ebullient self. I asked her if she was okay. 
"No," she said. "I fell last week." 
She had fallen at work and is in a lot of pain. She took some time off but obviously not enough. I could tell just by looking at how she was moving and the way her face was set that the pain is intense. I felt so awful for her and wished there was something I could do. But of course there wasn't except to tell her I hoped she'd feel better soon. 

I worked in the garden about an hour at which time I began to lose my bearings. I had just emptied a big bag of mulch and started to spread it but walked away instead. The mulch will dry out some and be easier to spread tomorrow and there are no time limits on mulching here. I picked more zipper peas and even more tomatoes. I pulled out more dead plants and slowly, we'll soon be ready for the fall garden although it won't be time to plant until at least late September. I so hope it is a little cooler by then. 

I realize I forgot to post back to school pictures yesterday so here they are. 

The Hartmanns at Jason's house. It was his year to do first day of school. That is not what Gibson wore to school but it is what he got his picture taken in. Also, I feel certain that Maggie put on shoes before she left the house. We are not heathens. 
Okay, well, yes we sort of are but we do wear shoes to school. 

Kate Sullivan kids. I hear they were excited. 

And one more, showing how tall Owen is. He's not just tall, he is BIG. 

Now look at that picture over there in my sidebar of Owen and Gibson when they were my little guys. 

I still don't believe how fast they've grown. Did I know when I was holding them on my lap for that photo that this was going to be one of the best times of my life? 
Sort of. 
Not really. 

Well, here we are, and I am telling you that the days when I could get two grandsons in my lap at the same time were precious gifts. 

That's all I have to say tonight. 

Love...Ms. Moon