I got one of those blow up air mattresses last night (no, not the inflatable doll!) that campers use and it was GREAT sleeping last night.
After a 4 ft. couch and a garage floor it felt like the Waldorf honeymoon suite! My back is thanking me, too.
I went out for an afternoon bike ride to clear the cobwebs out of the brain since the weather in Ft.Worth is bouncing from the thirties at night up to the 70's in the afternoon. This is the West side of Ft.Worth and they have bike paths on the streets which is a nice convenience. Now, if only the motorists knew what "bike lane" actually means!
I was thinking about what happened to Randy the entire time I was peddling and became hyper aware of traffic around me. You can't relax your vigil even for one second.
Somewhere inside your brain you try and balance out the rational difference between living in a self-imposed bubble of too much fear and avoidance of mishap by staying inside....or...casting off all fears and pretending you're guarded by the Secret Service 24/7.
I find bicycle riding to be exhilarating because the fresh air, sunshine, exercise and exploration bring me back to my teenage years.
It is so easy to get into a habit of sitting. I see it happen to my friends. First the belly bulge, weight gain and then the total loss of get-up-and-go energy.
I could jump up right now and run up three flights of stairs and barely be breathing heavy. But, if I were a sitter I'd not make it very far without calling 911!
For the last 6 Sundays my 19 year old daughter had made a habit of visiting my Cousin Deb's house to take cooking lessons and serve up a wonderful dinner followed by the two of us watching episodes of Homeland or Walking Dead.
Now, today is Sunday. I'm not living with Deb.
I'm really conflicted. Deb is very very nice to my daughter and Lily (my daughter) loves cooking with her.
What shall I do?
I didn't want to ruin their relationship by telling Lily the DETAILS of my move. I just recited the positive benefits; I'll save money on gas, less wear and tear on my car, etc.
But, if I don't go WITH Lily, she will feel uncomfortable. She is very shy and has a panic and anxiety disorder.
So, I think I'll call Deb and see if it is okay with her If I come along. It may be very awkward---but, my daughter is worth the discomfort to me.
If Deb says "no", I'll not do anything. If Lily calls and asks me to go I'll tell her I can't but I really want to.
Other than that--I just don't want to plant negative or nervous ideas in her mind....