Well, Martha said . . .Seriously. He saw Martha do this on her show once and wanted to do it himself just like Martha. He's a good boy.
So we fussed with the mattress and his memory and finally got it right. But then we also pulled the bed out from the wall to reveal this:
Is it any wonder we're not DEAD?? We're pretty sure Martha would not have been pleased, so I cleaned it up at once.
But my weekend wasn't all about grossness. One of the benefits of being childless for a day or so is that I can decide I want to go for a hike this minute and then do so, without consulting anyone, for as long as I want. I took the Big Springs trail in Tilden Park up to Vollmer Peak.You have to get in a car to get almost anywhere from our house, but we can walk right out the door to great hiking trails like this.
I saw a wild iris along the road to the trail that I then drove back to so I could snap this:
My knee is still not happy about having any impact put on it, so I couldn't run or jog any of this, but it still felt good to be outside moving. I know soft-tissue injuries take a long time to heal, and given my advanced age (45) this will probably take a really long time to heal. It's sort of depressing. I feel like I'm becoming one of those spry elderly women I see out hiking the trails at a brisk pace but at a walk nonetheless. What' next—a set of walking sticks???
And no, that's not me. But given that there was a time in my life when I didn't know if I'd get to be old, I guess I should work harder to appreciate things as they are and just ride it out in style, right?