Day Eight: Make Some Noise and Breathe Deep

LOVE THIS LITTLE PORCH

Day Eight

Sometimes you've just gotta let out a hoot and clear the cobwebs out of your lungs.  Ha.  As Husband and I sat in our tiny cottage this morning I decided to let out a little hoot.  My husband looked at me then let out a holler back at me.  After four or five of these we giggled.  Imagine two old people giggling at each other.   
Cheap entertainment.  

Thankful some things are still cheap. 

Not too many carbon prints in this one.  Please don't tell the US Government that two old people are hooting and hollering in the great state of Kansas.  We might get taxed for it.

The hollering helped get some extra blood pumping which causes the circulation to continue pumping which really wakes a person up.  Yesterday, I did go outside onto our tiny porch and tidy a tad while breathing in the crisp air.  It is better than a slap in the face.  Feels better and not quite so shocking.  It was what I needed.  
Like a strong cup of coffee. 

Before I retired for the night, I bumped my sore foot as I was going to bed.  This was not a good holler that cleared my lungs.  I hobbled to the bed and asked my sweet Husband for some IBUPROFEN.  He obliged.  I slept through the night.  Today when I woke, I wiggled my sore foot and it was better.  Relieved that I could walk on it today.   
I could take it slow.  

Had some items we needed to pick up.  Off we went for a mini-date.  Rode the motor cart at SAMs today.   
Felt no guilt and shopped with ease.

I picked up cottage cheese, and spring mix salad along with romaine lettuce, a little iceberg lettuce (even if it doesn't have much nutrition), cashews, pecans, almonds, and chicken breast.  There was a cute polka dot denim blouse that I thought I needed.  Raw honey for a healthy drink I will be making.  We're off to a super start for 2017.

Returned HOME in the cold night.  Rested.

I talked to my dear Mother.  She misses my Dad.  Ella their dog keeps her somewhat company.  Mom told me that she showed Ella a picture of my Dad who Ella was very fond of.  She always took her afternoon naps on my Dad's lap.  Dad would put the foot rest up and stretch his legs out to where Ella crawled up onto his lap.  Ella looked at the picture and then started looking about the room for Dad.  Mom said it was odd.  When Mom left the room, 
Ella remained sitting on the bed waiting for Dad I'm sure.  Sad.  

Poor lil Ella.  She misses Dad also.  Seems so different that Dad isn't with us.  

I will hug my Husband a little tighter tonight,

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