|Just me! b|
We live in a house with stairs and three levels. Our ceilings are at the least 12' with one room reaching much more than that. You see where I am going with this? The journey from this level to that requires a little effort. Now let me add my memory into the mix. If I arrived at the top level and actually remembered what I went up there for, it would not be so bad. But you know how it goes:
Me: Do you know where I put my reading glasses?
Husband: The last time I saw them they were in the upstairs bathroom
Me: Oh, thank you.
(Trudge spryly up the stairs...all three levels!)
Did I forget to make the bed this morning? (make the bed)
(Trudge back downstairs...all three levels. Sit in chair, realize I forgot my glasses)
(Trudge less spryly back upstairs...all three levels. Notice washers just finished spinning. Put wash in the dryer. Wipe down washer. Set up the ironing board for later.)
(Trudge back downstairs...all three levels."
*&^%)# [grandma cussing]
Trudge SLOWLY back upstairs. Lay down on the bed, notice glasses on bedside stand. Go to sleep.)I am of the opinions that a membership at LA Fitness would not do me much good...they would be so impressed with my stamina and strength they would send me home. They would say, "My but you are in good shape for a woman of your age (Sheesh...they are such young whipper snappers!)." I would go home and tell my husband to cancel the membership...I have an exercise program that works just fine and doesn't cost a penny!
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