I am constantly stunned by the beauty and serenity of White House Road. I do love Farms Road except for that damn uphill climb as I return on it but White House Road is just, well, stunning. The trees, the moss, the shadows, the patches of sun, the birds...it has truly changed my life. I look forward to my walks now in a way I never have. Six more miles today and if I managed seven tomorrow, I would have thirty for the week.
Which I probably will not do. That seems a bit extreme. Not the seven miles. I know I can do it. It's just that one wonders where this will end? Will I find myself walking four hours a day?
I doubt it.
I do definitely feel stronger and I am not as exhausted from my walks as I was. And I have to say that the plump little partridge's extremely fat clothes are a bit looser. I do not weigh myself after being obsessed with the scale for most of my life but I can tell that I feel a little easier in the world. I have also started using a heating pad at night when I get into bed and it offers comfort and allows me to relax into sleep. I don't use it for very long and frankly, I am a bit wary of using heat on what is obviously inflammation but it really does help and so at this point, I am going with it.
I am also taking Turmeric and CBD so I'm covering the bases, as it were, and during the day I am in no more pain than I have been for the last twenty years or so.
After my walk this morning, I ate my lunch and went over to Lily's where I spent some time with Magnolia June. I know I'm her grandmother. I know she is my only granddaughter. I know that I have to and of course am required to think she is adorable but I swear- she may be the cutest child in the world. When I got to the house Lily was getting ready for work and Maggie had just woken up from her nap and we snuggled a little on Mommy and Daddy's bed which made her giggle and made me happy. She's just so affectionate!
A while later after Lily left, she got her doll and we sat on the couch and talked about her. Did the doll have a belly button? This required me to show her my belly button which really made her laugh. The doll had hands. The doll had feet.
The doll was sad.
"Maybe she needs nursey's," I said, and Maggie pulled up her shirt and gave her about one second of nursery's and then kissed her.
"She need nap now," she said.
"Okay," I told her and she took the doll into her room. I waited a moment or two and then went into her room to find this going on.
She was in the rocking chair, holding her baby and reading to her. She read her two books.
Then she said, "The end," and unceremoniously dumped the doll into her own crib and threw a few books in with her for good measure.
"That's good," I told her. "She can read if she wants to."
And on we went to other things.
We picked up the boys at the bus stop and Owen announced with what appeared to be a small amount of defiance that he had broken a window at his house.
"Really? How'd you do that?"
"Golfing," said Gibson.
"Well, that's why you don't golf in the house," I said.
We got homework done and snacks made and eaten and Maggie and I spent quite a bit of time looking at a bug. It was a small beetle and I held it and asked her if she wanted to hold it and she did but every time I tried to put it in her hand, she changed her mind and said, "No!"
And I respected that.
She is such a smart little girl and can do puzzles and sings to herself as she goes about her life.
I feel so lucky to be her grandmother.
When Jason got home, I took my leave and kissed them all.
"Where you going?" asked Maggie.
"I'm going to my house," I said. "Daddy's here and he will take care of you."
"Okay," she said.
And that was that and I drove home, listening to more news about what Trump's latest crap is going to lead to and got depressed but Lord, doesn't it seem like every day the noose is tightening around his nuts?
I hope it happens before he starts WW III in a fit of fear and pique.
By the way, if you read to enjoy a well-written, good story I would like to recommend Lee Smith's Agate Hill. It will not leave you wondering WHAT THE FUCK?! but will leave you sighing a bit and also sad to leave these people and their stories behind.
Well, at least that's how I felt.
We need rain even more than we did yesterday.
Be well, y'all.