WALKING IS SUCH SWEET SORROW in Postcards 4

It almost takes a jackhammer to get me moving these days. I confess; I’m the laziest person you know. I’m the lady who used to run on the beach when my kids were small. Even worse, I used to walk to work tho I rode a bus home. It was three miles. I test drove it door to door…home to the Mission Beach Plunge just to see how far it really was.

Now days, I walk just to the end of the driveway, and I sit there on my walker seat and pant. Even tho I am happily home, I pant.

So I’ve made a decision to walk every day. I’ll go from the garage to the mail box and back. If you want me, I’m downstairs walking.

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• Himself: Feeling good. Putting up with me.


• Myself: Drinking my water too. No more dehydration.


• Reading: The first of the Mayor mysteries,


• Photo: Walking. The first year I was alone.


• Gratitude’s: That I could get to the end of the drive.