2020 Life Logs, Day 6: Diving into 2020
Date: Monday, January 6, 2020
Weather: Cloudy; High 37, Low 34 degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
The congestion persists, but I have decided that it is time to ignore it and dive into 2020. Out with the Christmas tree and on with life. My day started with a text from my friend Detta Porat alerting me that there had been an earthquake in Puerto Rico overnight but that there was no tsunami warning. I quickly did a little research and saw that the 5.8 magnitude quake was off the south shore of PR and probably not a threat to Justin and family. Both he and Jo responded to my texts affirming that. They felt no tremors and as far as they knew a few raised homes collapsed but there were no reports of deaths or injuries. So that was relief to hear. I then headed to the gym for my pilates class. On the way I listened to Heather being interviewed on the radio about her new job and why she is making the change. The interviewer read some of the comments people have sent in about how much they will miss her program, Living Lab. People were so complimentary, and I was brimming with pride at her success. When I got to the gym, I found that in my absence over the past couple of weeks, the class has been taken off the schedule. Bummer. So, I hopped on the bike for a bit and then traveled on to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I stopped by Karen Baranowski’s on my way home to check out the LCD projector that I will be using for my Newcomers presentation on Thursday and then I came home and worked on the presentation. After that, I took one last look at my beautiful Christmas tree and then spent the rest of the day packing away Christmas decorations, getting the Christmas tree out of the house, and putting the area rug back in the living room. When I put up the tree, I rolled up the rug to keep Shadow from destroying it. He was still having potty accidents in the house back then. I might have moved too soon, but he has had no accidents in the house over the past week, so I’m going to give it a try.
I took a nice, long walk with Shadow while snowflakes were falling and later in the afternoon when it cleared a bit, we went back outside and I threw a tennis ball as far as I could over and over while he ran after it like a crazy dog . . . and only sometimes brought it back to me. We’re going to have to work on this ‘fetch’ thing. He thinks it is much more fun to run after the ball and then take it further away from me so that I am the one fetching. What’s wrong with this picture?