Ahem, I clear my throat, in my slightly guilty re-appearance. Just two weeks from today, if we get the right flight, we’ll leave New York City. Our new place will be a CCRC, continuing care retirement community, in Portland, Oregon.
Living in NYC provides a natural environment for walking–to the subway, within the subway. How will that work in the future? Not sure though there are several destinations within walking distance but it’s different. Everything will be different. The entire change is, as we say, a crap shoot. Not elegant language yet realistic.
In the past year I’ve become addicted to my pedometer, a birthday present in ’08. The best one ever received in my aging years. Yeah, flowers are lovely but objects that connect one to my best intentions and a very special friend–hard to quantify. While I keep it in my pocket every day, check it out at night, my recording has been inadequate. I was going pretty well through mid-July:
July 12…11,857 steps created by a 12-minute encounter with the boring treadmill.
Here’s the past week–pretty typical with higher number for blueberry picking with family.
August 9 …3,201
August 13…shallow pocket!
Working toward a goal of 5,000-plus. Weight slightly lower than one year ago though goes up and down, 138 to 141.5. Looking forward to more attention to mid-body exercise in new digs–boring tread and whatever else is there.
I promise to return in September after the move. Many, many thanks again for your support and good cheer. And for opting into this notion Claude & I had and she has beautifully maintained.