Back in the Saddle Again

So now that school is out, my back has had a chance to heal from its April injury (strained SI joint incident on DC subway), and we have moved into Woodrow Estates. Yes, there is still much to do. We live in a cardboard city, but like Coach Snyder says, we try to get a little bit better every day. One box per room per day is what I am trying to do, and the kitchen is pretty much done already. You know, it’s the most important room in the house.

Tuscaloosa is still suffering from the damage caused by the tornado that hit us on April 27. Joe and I were largely unaffected from a physical perspective. His employer, The Athlete’s Foot, had to close the location where he works for a couple of days as the tornado missed them by a matter of yards. The store owners paid employees for volunteer work – which is outstanding and a great example of why one should support locally owned businesses – and he did some work at another location until Midtown was able to reopen. I’ve been doing bits and pieces here and there, but not really much more than the usual weekly stint at the Deacon’s Deli and driving Meals on Wheels one Sunday a month. This needs to improve.

But I also need to tend to myself. The weight thing has gotten a little out of control. The exercise regimen will begin again. Yesterday I managed a wimpy little 20 minute walk at the Rec, but that means that I’ve started up again and that I remembered the combination to my locker, which is nice. 

Today, while being nominally a Tuesday, is really a Saturday in Woodyard world. My husband has mowed the grass and we are getting ready to head into Birmingham for a lovely lunch, some (more) home shopping, a nice dinner, and our first appearance at the BJCC for a James Taylor concert. Much excitement about this last bit! It is a bit of an early anniversary present for us.

So on Wednesday, the regimen will resume and hopefully turn into a daily event. The first goal is to drop fifteen pounds, so that I can claim that living in Alabama has not made me any fatter than I was when I got here.

(In other news since the last post, Nan P. went to Sweet Home on Saturday, April 30^th. Her gentle sweetness should fit in well at her new location. Also, got word last night that the Joplin area relatives are all safe and well.)