Don't Do That Again

 "I'm at that stage when my body whispers to me the next day -- 'don't do that again'."   (From Humor is Infectious)

Funny; not funny....  Also accurate.  I have been trying to spend part of each of these "nice" days outside (so rare in Northwest Pennsylvania to have a string of them).  Just once, I would love to have the entire perimeter of my home weeded at the same time.  Just once.  I sometimes believe that weeds sprout on one side as I have made my way to the other side -- within a few minutes.  I am leaving the weeding around yard trees for later.  Hopefully those weeds will magically disappear. One step at a time. Right?

The thing is my whole body does whisper to me the next morning or sometimes by the time I am crawling into bed the very same day.  Not complaining, mind you, just mentioning so that you may not feel quite so alone in this. I do know that I am not alone. I talk to people.  I listen. I watch them lean on their shopping carts in Walmart. Anyway -- I hurt from the fingers on the hand that holds the weeding tool, through my entire body down to my ankles that recently have become rather sensitive to uneven ground. Some mornings, it even hurts to type. Sometimes I swear my hair even hurts.  I am not even going to describe the first few morning steps from the bedroom to the Keurig.  It's pathetic.

I keep telling myself that this is what you get when you sit around too much during the long winters of this area.  This past one seemed especially brutal to me, and I spent way too much time indoors reading, trying to use up leftover yarns by crocheting hats and scarves for no one in particular, and ... watching the boob tube.  Serves me right. I earned this stiffness and soreness.  I should have been more diligent about chair yoga and practicing Tai Chi walking around the house. Cross country skiing is definitely a thing of the past, so that is not an option.  Shoveling is the closest I can come to that and I have taken to using my leaf blower to make that easier.  

Live and learn.... probably not.  

I do, have, however, a rather impressive amount of hats and scarves to donate next fall -- so there is that. (I think it's important to try to look on the positive side of things.)  Then again I have heard that there is such a thing as crochet arm -- very painful.  One must not overdo.