(Not that I'm actually DOing anything about it, of course!)

The Gospel reading in Church went right with the maintenance theme. It was the foolish maidens who didn't have the oil to party with the bridegroom.

I was thinking that it's time I had my teeth cleaned... past time, but I've been BUSY. I do floss, but not enough, and my gums are bleeding a bit. Then there's my shoulder. I decided on Friday that I would exercise it and take exceptional care of it and see if it's any better by Thanksgiving, or then I will have to go to the doctor for sure.

I took the dog for a 2.5 mile walk. It was blustery and threatening a storm. When we got back, I reached into my pocket for my keys, then decided to head a few of the roses since the wind was tearing them to bits anyway. I reached over, pulled, and my shoulder reacted. So I was thinking about maintenance, and very very very carefully pulled a few more heads off, then went to the door... no keys. I figured I must have dropped them when I was trying not to scream about my shoulder. I looked in the rose garden (where there are lots of narcissus growing up and provinding key hiding places, too) and around in the grass. Then I took the dog in and went back out. Rich came out to help for awhile till I sent him in. It took at least 10 minutes, "help" from the cat, me poking in the brush and leaves with a ruler, and a prayer to St. Anthony before I located them in the grass. Geeze.

Then the rain came, and my plans to walk more may get shelved.

Too darn young!

Another two pounds up. That's gotta be the pizza and I suppose the wraps from Friday night, as well. I'm still 5-8 pounds under where I was last year, but it's still discouraging. 12 pounds off in 8 weeks, that's what I want! I didn't walk at all, I didn't clean at all, my home maintenance sucks. Grumble.