Lately, I’ve been walking a lot more. It’s good for me, of course, but I also want to get in shape for NYC, where I’ll be walking a lot, jumping on the subway, and walking some more. The pace in the city takes some getting used to – and you have to be in shape. Since it’s been more than a year and a half since I’ve done anything in the city, it’s time to take it up a notch.
Sometimes I walk by myself, but my favorite walks are with Don. Some photos from yesterday’s jaunt:
The creek and the river are back to normal.
There is an old grist mill across the street from us. It was in continual operation from around 1780 until not long before we moved here. It has since been converted to a restaurant under several owners. It looks like it didn’t recover from the pandemic as it’s closed. These hydrangeas are outside the entrance.
Standing on the grist mill deck. Our house is on the other side of those trees, just across the road. Hello, handsome!
I have a coaching session this afternoon with Ben.
I painted for a while yesterday afternoon and it was very calming. My anxiety has been flaring up again, so I’m seeking out activities that keep me grounded. Painting is one of them. Walking is another. As is mowing the lawn.
As is not watching or reading the news, which both of us – within reason – have vowed to do.
Hanging in there.
Stay safe.
Happy Tuesday.