Our little buddies Snap, Krackle, and Pop joined us this morning for our twice-a-week journey into the thrilling world of physical exercise. Who needs a radio when your knees, hips, and back are already providing surround sound? Mary and I make sweet sounds together!
The trainer asked, “Can you touch your toes?” I said, “I can touch them; I just need two business days.”
Mary said he crushed her workout today. Turns out he sat on her water bottle.
We did our five-mile bike ride and then went on to the floor exercises, followed by the torture machines. I gave that stationary bike a run for its money!!
Mary was up for the challenge! I heard her moan and groan a few times, and of course, when I walked by her, I assisted in counting (usually by starting back at one again!).
BEFORE!
After 90 minutes of exercise, we definitely do not leave in the same condition we arrived!
One look at her and I’m thinking my best option is to toss her and her clothes straight into the washing machine, hit “heavy duty,” add extra detergent, and hope they both come out recognizable.
AFTER!
Mary’s fitness tracker said she did 5,000 steps. Most of them were looking for where she parked the car.
I do not know how fast I was going because the needle on the speedometer flew off and hit the wayy!
After a CVS flyby, we headed home for a great lunch! Fresh salad from the garden, weiners, and sauerkraut!
Caprese salad is a simple, fresh Italian salad featuring sliced fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, and sweet basil, seasoned with salt, pepper, and extra-virgin olive oil, often finished with a balsamic glaze drizzle. The key is using high-quality, ripe ingredients, traditionally arranged in alternating layers of tomato and mozzarella, with fresh basil leaves tucked in between.
After that, Mary worked in the house, and I continued in the garage after making our reservations for this Christmas’s annual trip to see Scrooge! This will be my 29th year of attending the play!
Twenty of us will continue to visit the play!
We had visitors this afternoon. First came our car washer who did all three cars for us. Precious (Mary’s car) got a good bath, and she was put away with her cover in place.
She almost has 13,000 miles on her now!
The Grey Ghost got a real rub-down, and when finished, he gleamed, and when done, he was parked in our next-door neighbor’s driveway.
Mary decided to take the tricycle down the block to visit Geri and deliver a few newspapers we had for her. I had fixed the rear brakes a few days earlier and even tested them, so naturally I assumed everything was fine.
I went back to working in the garage, glancing down the street every few minutes to make sure Mary was okay.
Then I heard it.
A low rumble.
The ground started shaking.
For a second, I thought, Earthquake!
But no.
It was Mary.
Coming in hot.
Rocket Girl was heading home at full throttle, tires smoking, hair flying, and probably setting a new land-speed record for a three-wheeled vehicle with a newspaper delivery option.
Grace gets her first ride on the trike!
After her trip, she headed for the kitchen, and with my assistance, we whipped up a batch of zoodles. Zoodles are zucchini noodles — thin strips of zucchini cut to look like spaghetti or noodles. They’re often used as a low-carb, gluten-free alternative to pasta. You can eat them raw, sauté them briefly, or add them to sauces like marinara, pesto, or Alfredo. They’re called “oodles” because they combine zucchini and noodles.
Mary whipped up her magic spaghetti sauce, and once it hit the zoodles, dinner officially turned into a low-carb wizard spell. I’m not saying we levitated, but there were definitely suspiciously happy noises coming from the table.
After our enchanted noodle feast, we headed to the pool, where we floated around for an hour like elegant manatees with excellent life choices. Then we wandered back inside, fully relaxed and only slightly pruney.
It was a beautiful evening, the temperature was perfect, and nobody had to be rescued from a zucchini-induced food coma.
We went to the TV/Living Room and watched TV. It was 12:30 am when we finally called it an evening.
