So Memorial Day Weekend Recap.
See what I did there. Recap. Ha! I call it the Seuss hat. You see it right? I like it. Quick and easy, unlike the soakers I still haven’t mastered. It’s the ribbing. Hard.
You may wonder about a knitted wool hat in May. But then you probably don’t live in the Pacific Northwest. It was so warm this weekend, I almost took off my sweatshirt, and wool socks. The hot tea filled mug after mug as did the rain leaking through the main room of the house.
Ah Rain. Ahhh The Burrow. It wouldn’t be home with out the pitter patter of rain drops on the floor.
*You can leave your hat on-Etta James
Monday:3.7 (2minutes on /5minutes off)
Tuesday: 3.7 (2minutes on /5minutes off)
Wednesday:3.7 (2minutes on /5minutes off)
Thursday:3.7 (2minutes on /5minutes off)
Friday: 3 miles walking.
So running is going good. Bumping up to three minutes next week. I took Friday off because my heels feel bruised I think this is because of lack of stretching, ironically even though I’m not afraid to push it while running I’m afraid to over stretch. I need to get better about stretching and trying sit ups.
I am apparently taking a blogging break, sometimes these things happen. I’ll be back next week!
Wednesday 3.7 miles (1 on 5 off)
Thursday 3.7 miles (1/5)
The running is going well, and I feel strong. The finding time to run is more of problem at this point. It is amazing how quickly I got out of the habit. Or rather, maybe its not. Last July was the last time I went for a long run. A run that I actually finished. I tried walking for a while but had basically given it up by the Turtledash (October))
These last few weeks of getting back into the groove of getting up, and getting going have been a struggle. Mostly of scheduling issues, The Man’s new job has him traveling more than in the past and this sometimes complicate things.
The boys weigh close to 90 lbs now, minus the 70lb stroller and it is not feasible for me to push them both. At four and six they have more opinions about getting up early and being squished into a stroller beside their brother.
Anywho. Back in the groove. We’re getting there,
Dad (mostly) and he put together this kit that arrived several weeks ago from Uncle Steve. It sat in the box for a week or two while Mom cast it sideways glances and grumpy thoughts. (not being mechanically inclined, or very good at reading directions)
One more thing quarantine is good for, getting things done!
Hours of playing? Check.
It really didn’t take long to move from one Volcano, to the next. You may remember a certain boy’s Magic Treehouse themed birthday, well thanks to the Magic Treehouse series #12 Vacation under the Volcano, we studied Mt Vesuvius.
*The Treehouse books drive the man bonkers because they are not *cough* amazingly historically accurate. They do not bother me because they are written for 6-9 year olds, but mostly because they start these amazing journeys of discovery for my guy. The wet his palette for information that we can then discover together.
-Walk the Dinosaur-was (not was)
In the Pacific Northwest, our town especially, May 18th is a big date. A date they made T-shirts about.
3oyrs ago my husband was the same age my son is today, living on the same road. That morning when the ash began to fall he was disappointed that his parents would let him play in the “snow”. The ash turned to big blobs of mud, causing mud slides and road closures in our area.
Fear of flooding, then flooding closed the street we lived on for several days. It was a hunkering down time.
Like my son, I have no memory of Mt. St. Helens without a gigantic crater in it’s side. The Volcano has always been a part of the landscape of our lives from my teenage years when I participated in the yearly Tour de Blast ( a bicycle ride on the new Spirit Hwy) to the view of the volcano from our first kitchen window. When he was ten, my husband, along with his boy scout troup planted trees in the blast zone. Mt. St Helens a daily reminder of Mother Nature’s awesome power, right on our doorstep.
For my son? its a volcano. With Lava. Groovy.
(Harry Truman, not the president, a local legend, died in the blast, locals know his story of refusing to leave his Mount St Helens lodge when the area was evacuated-documented in many songs)
Some of my favorite questions from our research and yourtube videos of Harry Truman?
Moo: He had 16 cats? That is too many!
Moo: what?! he buried his wife under his house? (um, no)
Ballad of Harry Truman – Rick Bartlett.
In the day to day rush, of whatever it is….you’re doing.
But, five days of quarantine?
Can remind you.
What it’s all about.
(the hokey pokey-of course)
Make sure you get quarantined with people you like.
Show me a smile….
*True Colors-Cyndi Lauper
So not much running walking this week, mostly feeling ill and then being quarantined, then put on antibiotics and then! feeling better!
Wednesday: Run/Walk 1 min on 6 min off 3.5 miles.
Mostly we spent quarantine working around the house and celebrating our Quarantine-cation with our neighbors and friends (all quarantined and on antibiotics as well). Sadly none of my running/walking partners were quarantined (they apparently were not sad at all) so no one to walk run with, though I didn’t feel that great anyway.
It was a rough Quarantine-vacation.
“There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort”
- Jane Austen
Favorite author, Favorite quote.
So, we’re quarantined again, here at The Burrow. Our favorite thing. Seriously. The being sick part, is no fun, but the having to cancel everything and hunker down part?
Not so bad. Especially on days like today. When the sun is shining. And the world, is my office. The Man and I took turns with the not in school boys today, and found that lovely balance between work and play and sunshine and getting things done.
While I work, little boys blow dandelions seeds about me, they discuss cats, dirt, worm poop and ice cream.
The important stuff.
It was a good day.
*The beach boys…of course