Re-Bound

Though I feel 25 and act my shoe size, the actual digits are 65. There it is, the secret again: old people are simply young people in crappy bodies.

It’s incredibly difficult to remember my age when making purchases. For instance, I saw a small, indoor trampoline (they call them ‘rebounders’ now) being used on YouTube and HAD to have one.

When my superior specimen arrived… well, my husband had a small coronary. You see, he knows me. We’ve been together for quite some time and in his mind I’d go re-bounding off that thing and into a wood chipper. Yes, that was my plan all along.

NOT. For goodness sake’s I think I can avoid wood chippers. And the glass closet doors. Yes, old house. 😉

So after a week of first class avoidance, he put it together for me. Under protest. Muttering things like “we need to update our wills”.

Y’all, it’s SO MUCH FUN!!! I was twisty bouncing and leg up/leg down bouncing and just convinced this thing would be the best addition to my work out routine ever!!!

I have three herniated discs.

Oh, I know what to do for them… the cervical hanger/inversion table/Advil season is in full swing and I’m guessing the little rebounder will be given to one of the kids or grandkids. Which is a shame; it really is fun…

2023 Crinum

Betcha thought me dead, eh? Well, you’re not that lucky. And just in case you find yourself decrying any hope for my demise, the crinum lily spam has begun.

Happy Easter!

Yellow Roses

God bless my husband! Yellow because I’m from Texas, naturally.

Last night was rushed, so I didn’t take the time to pull the outer petals or trim the stems. Hope you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day!

Morning!

I only knew that sunrise was different because red was seeping in between the blind slats. These are looking east and southeast. Trust me, the images are a pale copy; the real deal was overwhelming.

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