Totes switched up the morning routine. Instead of stumbling downstairs to the land of decaffeine, slurping and firing up breakfast and Big Dell all in one fell stumble, I stumbled down the stairs to the land of decaffeine — and fortified — I went and sat on the front patio, listened to the birds sing, and spent some quality time with Maureen Child and the Marconi Sisters on the e-reader.
Take a breath. It was a longish sentence. Paragraph-like in its longness.
I threw on some outdoor jammies first. Just in case I gave you pause.
Sometimes most of the time, I forget to stop and smell the roses.
If I’m outdoors, I’m doing something. I’m on the move. Do you find it that way, too?
Moving right along.
Forget Bowflex and Wii Fit…
Monday: G-Man was underneath his honking big desk reinventing the bookcase and asked me to fetch his shiny toolbox. I skipped to the basement from the second floor and grabbed his red box. Bloggers. It was heavy. As I was not so much skipping back to the second floor as huffing and hauling, I thought if I just spent 20 mins a day running up and down the stairs with this clunker, and then using it as a free weight for biceps curls and triceps kickbacks…
Let’s just say, I’d have my cardio and weight training covered. Then again, I might just have a big goose egg on my head.
Tuesday: G-Man was in our itty bitty powder room reinventing the toilet seat and asked me to please come downstairs. Just for a sec. Oh boy. The shiny red toolbox was open on the floor in the hallway. Oh boy times two. This powder room is seriously small. I’m not kidding. We put a half sink in there for safety reasons. Anyway, Mr. Tall needed a volunteer to get down on the floor on her back, shimmy between the wall and the toilet, arms over her head, knees raised. I know, you’re thinking this is sounding pretty sexy. Fuhgeddaboudit. Little plastics bolt thingies underneath the top of the toilet needed to be removed. It required small hands and big, clunky tools. After humming the theme to Rocky, I unbent and stumbled back to my office on the second floor.
G-Man — please go back to work, you adorable Man.
And that’s how we’re rolling this Throwback Thursday.