Day 90 - International Check!
Sure wish I was back in that Excellent new bed! Enroute to Barcelona via Heathrow Airport. 24 hour adventure. My question is this: how will my fitbit know what time zone I'm in? Does it matter?? I've moved back into 2nd place and I'd love to stay there!!! Regarding exercise: going for 10000 Steps today which I'm sure I'll get just by wandering around this huge airport. A shower on the other hand is probably out of the question! Isn't that what deodorant is for?
Day 90 - International Check!
So happy "the princess" insisted we get a new mattress! I slept like a rock last night. But do rocks actually sleep? And how did rocks become a benchmark for sleep? I rather sleep like a baby! Babies are adorable sleepers. Though, considering how I wake up, I'm pretty sure "adorable" is not the adjective used for me when I sleep. When you sleep, you are "out like a light". Who turns the light back on? If it doesn't come back on, are you sleeping like a rock? What if you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? How did you get there? If there is someone else in bed with you, where does that guy go? Do you just crawl over them into their space? I guess, considering what an acrobatic sleeper Kendall can be, that may be possible. But I've never found myself on any side of the bed but my own! What if you wake up happy as a clam? Are clams happy? What if all this time we have been giving clams way too much credit for being the pinnacle of happiness? Does that make our former happy selves less happy?
So much to think about! Headed out for a run, then training my mother on the finer points of being at everyone's beck and call while Dave & I entertain a ship full of passengers and hit the highlights of Spain!
Day 89 - Check (pretty soon!)
Another step day. Could have had more steps but when we were walking through the terminal some guy in a cart beckoned my mother over and offered her a ride. She loved it! When traveling with senior citizens cart rides are one of the perks. Jordan and I were wishing the team would already be at the gate so they could see us cruise up in our snazzy ride. But the gate was deserted. I never realized that "cart driver" is the final career destination for washed up comedians. And they accept tips! That's so great.
Day 88 - a tired Check!
Another day of steps and whistles. Sitting in a cab - alone with the driver - who seems like a pleasant fellow - but if I don't return to the hotel ... Just kidding (This is way out of my bubble!). On my way to hang with my "old" nephew at his softball fundraiser. They are raffling off a scooter! I've always wanted a scooter ... Or a Harley. Hey! I could name my new scooter Harley!
Day 87 - Check!
Minneapolis! It's like going home! Oh sure, it's been 30 years since I lived here and I don't recognize anything at all but it still feels like home! 😊. So glad to be here!
More volleyball. Playing well - I think - not really paying attention. Oh well, I can pay attention tomorrow ... Or the next day ...
Hope to finish the day with 18,000 steps!
Day 86 - Step Check.
Days like 84 make me (sorta) wish for a Flintstone car. Driving does not equal exercise nor steps. It is, however, a great time to let your mind wander. The landscape of Ohio surprises and impresses me. It ranges from flat to very hilly. Farmland to mining and industrial. Affluent to destitute. After talking to Natalie about her students, I found myself paying closer attention to the homes in small town Ohio. I wonder about who lives in these homes which range from well kept to littered with junk and trash. On a previous drive through similar towns nearly every home had people sitting on porches or in chairs in the driveway. In one case, a woman was cutting a man's hair right there on Route 33. It was so refreshing it made me chuckle. That sh-- would never happen in the bubble of Nottingham Gate Estates!
Who are these people? How do they support themselves? How did they come to live in these places? What are they doing right now? Are they safe? Are they happy? Are they fed? I would venture to guess that things are probably not as good as they may seem. And as I said, some of these homes don't seem good at all.
The social worker in me wants to go door to door and hand out baskets of food. Bring in a recycling team and clean up their properties. Bring in medical, dental and psychological teams to get these people back on their feet ... assuming they aren't on their feet. The term working poor comes to mind. Having just visited Philadelphia, this problem is not confined to small towns. It's really scary to think of the world we live in and the world we are creating for our children.
My decision is to help whenever, wherever I can. One person at a time. Hopefully that little drop will create a ripple effect. More people will help and more people will be helped. Be The Difference!
Day 85, I'm headed out to run and de-stress. I have a lot to do to be ready for Minneapolis, leaving my mother with the kids, and the cruise. I'm using this blog as an excuse to procrastinate, let's call it therapy!
Day 84 - No Check
Day 85 - Check coming up!