Here is a tiny video clip of the chicks. They are so cute, I could watch them all day. In fact, they love to hang out with me, so I do get to watch them all day when I am out working in the yard. They are very entertaining, but then, I AM easily entertained. The big black australorp rooster is Denty, the chick who survived the cracked and glued egg.
I have really been logging in the fitness points recently. Now that I am finally on vacation, I have been catching up on yard work between thunderstorms. It has been such a warm, wet spring that my yard has become a tropical forest. I have been pulling gigantic weeds, cutting back shrubbery, filling the garden cart, hauling the weeds off to the compost, planting new plants, and clearing the yard of branches that have been coming down in the storm.
When it has been storming, I have been doing the deep cleaning the house has so desperately needed. I promised myself to get rid of 'stuff' and I have begun the process of extruding. My parents grew up during the great depression and believed in throwing nothing away. I learned that lesson very well. The thing is, I do still believe in that. We have become such a wasteful nation and it has been very hard on the ecosystem, from wasteful production, to the toxins that result from production, to the issues we now have with waste disposal. So I am not at all critical of myself about not throwing things away; but I do need to share with others... time for a lot of my things to head to Good Will.
I have also been getting to spend time singing with friends and practicing my guitar. I can strum away pretty well now, and arpeggiate, but I am focused on learning new picking styles. I need to break out my flamenco guitar today, it has been sitting on the sidelines during my hectically busy end-of-the-school-year.
I have come to believe that I had set my original weight goal too low. I seem to be 'stuck' at my current weight, but it is a good weight. The love handles (muffin top) are still there, and maybe they will come off now that I have more time to be more strenuously active, maybe they won't. I wonder if a little thickness in the middle is just a condition of being in the thick of middle agedness. Right now, I am thinking that there is a body-wisdom I should be listening to instead of the mind games I can play with myself. So, I have actually reset my goals to be a few pounds heavier than what I originally thought; not as a cop-out, but as an offering to a greater wisdom than my self-referencing brain.
One of my dear friends brought me a bouquet of these roses for my birthday. I love the color!