The undone intention

Treadmill walking is barely
tolerable with a Kindle book.
But intolerable without one.

I am doing pretty well with my intentions. In order to walk 1500 miles this year, I need to average about 28 miles/week, and I probably won't get that this week due to the weather. But I've been on the treadmill twice this year, and will hit it again today. (Tuesday was just too complicated to make it happen.)

I've decided the Whole 30 begins tomorrow. We're supposed to have guests for dinner this evening, and that may or may not happen. It's cold and snowy, and they have to come from their mountain to ours – not an easy trip in good weather. So we'll talk later and decide whether to reschedule or not. If the make-up date falls during the next 30 days, I'll deal with it by serving a Whole 30 meal. Honestly, there's not much difference from what I would serve anyway. We always offer dessert for guests, and that would be the only thing I would forego.

The undone intention is strength training. I brought the dumbbells over to the house from the garage, but haven't picked them up yet. I haven't done any kind of bodyweight workout at all. I have a severe mental block about this, and it's definitely something to work on. Both the mental block and the workout plan.

The weather outside truly is frightful. Wind chill is zero, with sustained winds of about 15 mph. Sleety snow is falling. It's a great day to stay indoors. At some point in the next couple weeks I hope to finish the master bedroom redecorating project that began in November. The walls have been painted a lovely soft cocoa brown. New carpet was installed just before Christmas. I haven't brought any of the things I moved off the dresser and nightstand back into the room, because I'm waiting for two bookshelves and an armoire to be delivered. Right now the bedroom looks like a hotel room: clean surfaces except for lamps and a clock, coordinated bedding, a picture above the headboard.

Today would be a great day to organize and finish that room, but without those pieces of furniture, I'm loathe to clutter it up. Maybe I'll cull some cookbooks today. It feels like a good day to purge something.

Hope your day is a good one. Be kind.

August 30 - Clutter

The clutter in our house ends up on the hearth. I guess that's better than the
dining room table. Or the kitchen counter. But still …

March 31 - Stuff

I'd rather take a photo of this wall o'stuff (books, mostly) than take a photo
of my stuffed belly after Easter dinner. Oh, do I ever need to clean some STUFF!

Still no answer ...

on the logo. Maybe I'll make a video and it'll go viral on YouTube and out of the millions of people who view it, the original designer will come out of the woodwork and offer me lotsocashmoneybucks for the one remaining gimmetote left from that particular event.

Or not.

Moving on …

I originally dedicated my Project 365 blog (I guess it should be 366 this year, eh?) this year to food, glorious food. But you know what? You can take just so many pictures of meat and salad and it starts getting boring. And repetitive. And boring. A couple days ago I kind of circumvented the topic by posting food for the soul, but yesterday I just busted out totally and shot this.

People, it's waaay too early for daffodils. The first daff photo I took last year was of a bunch of them along a median strip. On March 23. The first asparagus started coming up March 15. I'm kind of afraid to go look at the asparagus bed. I haven't even cut back last year's dead stalks.

I continue to stay on track with the food part of the South Beach plan, but totally blew off any intentional activity yesterday. Even though the dumbbells are now convenient to where I usually park my ass. I kept postponing the walking, mostly because I was busy clearing out the guest room of the generational clutter.

Among the treasures I found were five tuxedo shirts, all different, four of which are in remarkably good shape. They'd been carefully folded and placed in the bottom of a cardboard box, and then various other odd things were tossed atop them. Things like:

• Dozens of spools of thread, some wooden
• A set of plaques with heart images on them, advertising drugs made by Boehringer-Ingleheim
• A stack of handprinted fabric squares, 9x9 inches, made in Key West, FL
• Odd pieces of light blue cotton
• Enough beautiful dark-pink cotton pique fabric, embroidered all over with daisies, to make my younger granddaughter a dress
• A Kodak camera. With film in it.

And that was just one box. I'm also now stocked for life with blue, white and black fabric ribbon, and with gift wrap. As long as I want to present my gifts in a plain brown wrapper.

Today looks like a good day to catch up on another episode from Glee's first season. I'm always gone on Tuesday nights when it airs, and I don't have anyone to talk about the episodes with anyway, so I don't mind being a couple years behind. I do intend, however, to keep up with Mad Men when it begins its new season on AMC March 25. 9 p.m. Be there or be square.