It's warmed up to 25 today but there's no sun and a cold wind so it feels pretty crappy. I just walked to the mailbox, which I'm hoping to make a daily habit. The dogs are getting used to the walk and always check out the bog on the way to the mailbox, so I walk most of the way without them, talking to myself. "Am I doing this for my health? Where ARE you? Actually, I AM doing it for my health" It's all good.
I need to develop organizational skills for my errands and chores. Yesterday I went to Saranac Lake to the bank, to the post office and I tried to send a UPS package with no luck. When I got home I figured out that I needed a bunch of groceries, so this morning I went to Plattsburgh. I thought the whole point of retiring was to NOT go to Platts.? So far I go twice a week--poor planning.
It's very quiet in the 'hood right now. There is somebody down the road, probably Dennis at Silver Lake Camp. The plow man plows just about every day--we get an inch or so of fluffy stuff just about daily. When he gets bored with plowing he sands the road.
It was an uneventful week for me, and I got a few things done at home. Tuesday I had lunch with my friend Barb, always a pleasure. I was hoping to meet Julie this morning but she had a meeting. Instead we mad plans for lunch next week. Monday I'm meeting my friend in Keene Valley for a walk and maybe lunch, depending on the weather.
Dogs are fine, I am fine, life is still good.
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