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We waltzed into the kitchen as our coffee was brewing!
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Monday has arrived, and we are ready to take our weekly punishment! We climbed into the Silver Fox, whispered our final goodbyes to the garage, hit the door button like it was a self-destruct switch, and drove off to meet our fate: certain annihilation at the hands of our personal trainers.Upon arrival, I was promptly claimed by Mary’s usual trainer—a diminutive woman with muscles of steel and a cauliflower ear. She seemed to believe the word”stop” was just a helpful suggestion, meaning “twist it a little more.”
Meanwhile, there were screams of anguish coming from the “Arm Press,” sometimes known as “The Rack,” “The Cringe Crank,” or “The Gasp Clamp.”
I immediately looked over at Mary and began helping her count; I am very helpful that way!
After the torture session at Peak Performance, we went to the market and got some essentials. We had to get home at 11:00 am because our friendly neighborhood masseuse was coming to work on both of us.
He was right on time, so I went first—and honestly, he worked miracles on my shoulder. After an hour, I felt loose, aligned, and ready to take on the world.
Then he finished with me, and I went out to the patio to “take it easy”… by straightening everything up and immediately turning the soil in the planters like I hadn’t just booked an appointment specifically because my shoulder was mad at me.
Mary went next, and after an hour, she said this was the best she had felt in quite a while. Life is good! I kept working in the patio, and Mary made a wonderful lunch of weenies and sauerkraut, plus some small toasted cheese-and-bacon sandwiches (she is SO creative).
I had much to do, including repairing some of the drip lines. Thanks to my ample supply of dripline parts I keep in the He Shed, I was able to get the job done in a flash.
Playing with fire… the dripline connections must be heated and then put on whatever fitting necessary!
It was in the high 70s, and under the patio cover, it was basically a sauna, so I figured it was the perfect time to practice for WGND, which is coming up in May.
Little did I know Mary—who used to work for Candid Camera back in the day—was watching… and apparently I was giving her and opportunity to capture some vintage footage for free.
I was innocent; I was admiring my work, and I heard the camera go “CRICK” (we have a Japanese camera). I was captured for eternity in a compromising position.
Hey, it was finally cool!
I had the planter all prepped by 3:00 pm, so we headed to Home Depot… where we calmly, responsibly, and completely accidentally spent a small fortune on flowers.
We decided the two beds by the patio deserved to live their best, most dramatic, “Better Homes & Gardens” lives, and we’d relegate the herbs to the vertical towers—because nothing says “culinary excellence” like being stored right next to the kitchen. We were off to the store, horns sounding and speed limits be darned!
We filled the back of the van with flowers and two bags of red bark for the finishing touches. By the time we left, the van looked like we were either starting a garden… or making a very festive getaway.
Returning home, we unloaded the goodies and placed them where they would be in their future home. When the sun comes up, I will be dinning like a little gopher. May did advise me on how to do the planting; Paul, remember, “The roots go down!”
We then dived into the swim spa and soaked for 45 minutes; it had been a very productive day!!! We watched some “Suits”. Being multitaskers, Mary did needlepoint and I read the laast chapter of my book!
At 10:00 pm we were done!
