Does it count?
Oct. 3rd, 2015 01:09 pmKitchen cleaned and swim bag reorganized and then I hit the street. 22 minute walk. I went to Daiso and then Uwajimaya where I got cookies. Good thing I'm not walking to lose weight! I did not have to stop one single time to catch my breath. Hilariously, now, since I'm not stopping to breathe, my ankles and knees are complaining! I'm a walking whackamole!
So, now that I've swum and walked, I feel free to spend the rest of the day on my ample ass and I will.
I'm watching my parents' town flood in my twitter feed. Mother and Daddy retired to Charleston, SC in 1990. They lived in the historic part of the city center in a really old, but as my Mom used to say, not important architecturally, house. They had a fountain in the courtyard and they commissioned an artist to sculpt a giant copper frog to sit on the side playing the fiddle. It was then made part of the carriage tours that roamed Charleston constantly.
They lived in that house until 1999 when they moved into a posh retirement community on James Island (about 10 minutes from downtown if no one was on the road). And that's where they lived when they died - Daddy in 1999 (yep, 3 months after they moved in) and Mom in 2005.
They loved Charleston. I mean REALLY loved it. They had a biscillion friends and volunteered everywhere and when to all the arts events and every restaurant in town. When they lived downtown, they could walk to everywhere so Daddy could hit the road and drink as much as he wanted and never have to worry about driving. It was his perfect retirement.
And today, it's under water. Very sad. And it must be so frightening for the people who live there. I hope the frog is ok.
So, now that I've swum and walked, I feel free to spend the rest of the day on my ample ass and I will.
I'm watching my parents' town flood in my twitter feed. Mother and Daddy retired to Charleston, SC in 1990. They lived in the historic part of the city center in a really old, but as my Mom used to say, not important architecturally, house. They had a fountain in the courtyard and they commissioned an artist to sculpt a giant copper frog to sit on the side playing the fiddle. It was then made part of the carriage tours that roamed Charleston constantly.
They lived in that house until 1999 when they moved into a posh retirement community on James Island (about 10 minutes from downtown if no one was on the road). And that's where they lived when they died - Daddy in 1999 (yep, 3 months after they moved in) and Mom in 2005.
They loved Charleston. I mean REALLY loved it. They had a biscillion friends and volunteered everywhere and when to all the arts events and every restaurant in town. When they lived downtown, they could walk to everywhere so Daddy could hit the road and drink as much as he wanted and never have to worry about driving. It was his perfect retirement.
And today, it's under water. Very sad. And it must be so frightening for the people who live there. I hope the frog is ok.
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Date: 2015-10-04 01:27 pm (UTC)So...a random thought: Usually, I see you address your mom (most of the time) as Mother and your dad (always) as Daddy. Do you even wonder how you got to using that specific title with them? I'm thinking about how I mostly call my dad Dad until I'm being super affectionate or thankful, then it's Daddy. I usually call my mom Mom, but every now and then it's also Mama. I don't know. (forgive my early morning musing...coffee hasn't hit yet)
And as always, you have such a way with words: walking whackamole. Ha! Your ankles and knees will get with the program soon. If they don't, you let me know and we'll find a way to beat them into submission before your brother arrives in the New Year :)
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Date: 2015-10-04 01:29 pm (UTC)Thanks for the knee/ankle offer.
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