I remember my childhood. I spent most of it outside. We rode our bikes, played in the dirt. We had an old play house and if you got in before the bees came, it was fun to play in, however, not so much afterwards. We played kickball, wiffle ball, tennis, card games, dress-up, telephone, and we had a rock that we thought of as a stage and held shows. I went to camp, where we sang songs, created bad art, and learned how to cook. It was a magical time for us. The sky was the limit, and our imaginations could take us anywhere. We played outside when weather permitted and inside when it did not. We went sledding, skiing, skating, and snowshoeing in the winter. We stayed outside until it got dark, and in the winter that was around 4:00. In the summer we could spend all evening outside until 9:00 or so.
My dog Buddy is a rescue dog. We are not sure how old he is, or what his pedigree is, but he’s cute as a button. As near as we can figure he’s a Jack-A-Bee. That’s a cross between a Jack Russell Terrier and a Beagle (like Snoopy). He’s fuzzy like a Jack Russell, he has a very fuzzy snout with hair that sticks out everywhere and gets in his food or whatever he’s got his nose into. He also has very fuzzy feet; they almost look like clown feet. When I first saw him I could really see the Jack Russell in him. Now he looks more like a Beagle.
When I was growing up I always wondered why my Mom would sometimes be aggravated with my Dad. I didn’t yet have a husband, so I didn’t know. There is no Owner's Manuel for husbands; and every husband, just like every person, is unique. Some more unique than others...
If someone would have told me that at fifty I would be a size twelve and feel better than I have in years, I would have said you were nuts. However, I would not recommend this, but this is what worked for me. I had a sciatic nerve problem. What worked to get rid of some of the most egregious pain that I have ever felt was simple; I walked it away. Now you may say walked it away? How did you do that.