My watch says only 2000 steps but I was on my feet most of the day. That’s probably healthier than running a few miles and then sitting for hours.
Had a few friends over for dinner tonight and so I spent the afternoon tidying and flitting around kitchen. We often hosted pre pandemic, which was maybe another way activity was engineered into my life.
This morning I also spent a fair bit of time walking between the spigot and a new sprinkler I was struggling to set up. The spigot is not in a convenient location and I imagine at least half of today’s steps were earned during this project. I tend to have a tough it out approach to my garden, but it has been very dry, the apple tree is looking a little sad, and we are very fortunate to have Lake Michigan.
This afternoon, the skies opened. Usually I would take cheeky credit for ushering the rain because I finally busted out the hose. But while I was farting around in my back yard, there was a mass shooting at a 4th of July parade in a local suburb.
The cooling almost drenching rain demanded pause and gave some relief to this searing day. But it passed quickly. Just as “thought and prayers” do.
I am enraged and terrified by our country’s trajectory. So what am I going to do about it? I don’t know. But it likely means doing more than sitting and standing around in my house.
But despite our feelings about our country, we still took our annual trip to the roof to witness the local renegade fireworks. There’s a lot more to unpack but it’s very late. The storms have rolled in to remind us who owns the skies. I’ll take thunder over M80s any day.