Friday, May 11, 2007
It's a Beautiful Day
It is a beautiful day!! We have had uncharacteristically muggy, rainy weather for us here in South Central Texas. While we are very thankful for the rain (we have just come out of a very long drought) we sure do miss our sunshine. It rained again the other night, but yesterday and today are just "diamonds". Blue sky, sunshine and gentle breezes - I love it!!
My husband got our bikes out of his shop, put air in the tires and we started bike riding again a few days ago. I have to confess that although we walk all the time it just isn't the same. There are muscles in my legs that obviously don't come into play while walking because these muscles just "cry out in pain" when I first start riding again. I managed to ride a fair distance the first day, but I felt like my legs were made of rubber when I got off my bike. I'm doing better now.
This morning we set off, and it was just gorgeous. There is something about a day like this that just lifts the spirit. Nothing has changed - but the sun is out and things just don't look as bad as they did when the skies were dark and the rain was lashing the house.
I have a "zillion" things to do today so I'd better get moving. Just one other thought. I don't know if it's just me, but I have noticed that the older I get the clumsier I get. I have broken more things in the last few years than in my entire childhood. Glasses seem to just jump out of my grasp and break into pieces on the tile floor. I'm forever tripping over things.
So what happened when I went to the gas station down the street to get gas for my husband's mower should come as no surprise. He was working on the blades of the riding mower, so I went to get the gas for him. I've done it lots of time. No big deal; no special skill required. Just put the gas in the little container. I was trying to be careful not to have it overflow. I looked up at the swiftly escalating numbers (I wanted to stop at the appropriate number of gallons) and as I did so I moved my hand and proceeded to get gas all over the container and my foot. My word!! What a mess. I had to wash down the container with the windshield cleaner thingy so I could put it back in the trunk without making a total mess. I decided the gas on the pavement would evaporate (not having a hose at my disposal). I wiped off my foot and headed home.
Honestly, I don't think it's safe to send me on these sorts of errands any more. My shoe is sitting out on the porch (I will probably never get the gasoline smell out of it)- and I still can't get the smell of gas off my hands no matter how many times I wash them. I'm beginning to think my life resembles an "I Love Lucy" episode. I do make myself laugh - and I'm sure I provide great entertainment for anyone who happens to be watching.
Okay - I really have to get going. Hopefully I won't do any more damage as I dust and vacuum. All the good stuff is packed away - so it should be all right.