The phone’s temperature lady announced 6:50am and 83oF.
I got up and pulled on some all cotton clothes to do my walk around the block.
I haven’t been on a scale since the doctor’s office. I do know that my favorite pair of shorts are a bit easier to get fastened, and I don’t have to lie down on the bed to pull up the zipper. This is an improvement since a month ago, and every little notice is a good thing.
The route I take is beginning to get a little boring, yet I don’t really want to go any further from the house. I had to be back and showered by the time the washer maintenance man calls.
I decided I can add variety by bending over a few times.
Since I usually need a good reason to do exercise (in my thinking about it, doctor’s orders are not really adequate)(which might be how I got this big in the first place), I put on a vinyl glove and carried an old plastic grocery bag.
With these items, I intended to clear away some of the eyesores trash I have been looking at for days and days.
Cleared from 4 sides of a square, 1 side of the streets.
It doesn’t look like much, sitting there in the middle of our patio work table. But the bag was so full that I got a strip of plastic to tie it closed before I dropped it into the trash can.
Fast food papers, beverage cans and plastic bottles are to be expected. I didn’t separate any to recycle.
What I found interesting was one of the drink cups is from a store not very close to our block. I’d say someone bought it, consumed it while driving miles across town, then tossed it at the corner.
At very different places, condoms—one still in its wrapper and nearly buried in dirt, and one very used and being attended to by little black bugs. Glad about wearing the glove, I felt almost guilty taking it away from them.
Do you realize how many mini-critters do their part to keep our planet tidy?
Ninety-one (91) cigarette butts. Two cigar tips.
Lastly, about 10 feet from our driveway, I spied a length of cable about 30 inches long. It was under the place where a repairman had his truck and ladder yesterday. I dunno if he dropped it and then went looking, or if he drove away believing that some crazy old broad would come along and pick it up thinking it was litter.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
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