good news. bad news.

This week offers both good news and bad news.

First the good news. I got my sick fat butt out everyday to walk.

The bad news. It wasn't enough. And the weather was good. I failed at spring break.

Wednesday I did the Fountain Hill circuit. Findlay street nearly killed me with this cold. But I didn't stop, so that's good. As I walked past the elementary school the kids were still there, playing. Moms were there too. It was nice.

There was also lots of activity at the Stanley Avenue playground. Kids playing hoops, and baseball, and screaming little ones on the play equipment. Clearly the children in my neighborhood haven't gotten the stay inside, get fat, and play video games memo. There was one swing left, but I didn't stay long. My heart wasn't into it. I headed out Stanley, then went up to Jeter, and down the stairs to Bishopthorpe and headed home.

Thursday I worked. So I walked back and forth. It was 5:45 by the time I left and crossing Wyandotte was horrible. As I was waiting this little orange car passed me. It was Eryn. And she didn't stop to let me cross. I set her a text. While walking. How do people do that? It was hard!

I also saw the naked boy in the window, playing in his yard. But that's another post. 

Friday I grabbed my grocery bag and headed to CVS and Aharts. I took this globe-hopping bag from Djibouti (Horn of Africa) with me. It has been more places than I will ever get to. It's huge. I have one a similar size from Marseille, France.  Angel brings them from her adventure traveling. I usually save these bags for car trips because they get heavy, quick. But the Djibouti bag had never seen south Bethlehem, so it went. First stop was the market. Then CVS.

I also finally buckled down and bought some Mucinex. This cold just won't go away. Two weeks of snot and crud is enough. I'm going to see Kinky Boots next Wednesday. Nobody in the theatre, including me, wants to hear me hack out a lung like my daddy during the show. Why did I take a pix of the box? Because there is no box! It's just a blister pack with the cards of pills in it. It takes a huge amount of space in the medicine cabinet. The real brand was on sale, and it was in a box. But with my health insurance I get 20% off CVS brand, plus I had a $4 coupon. I'll get over not having a real box.

After CVS I headed up the hill towards New Bethany. It went okay, so I got cocky and decided I could walk up Wyandotte. Wrong. By the time I reached Itaska I was the living dead.  But to my credit, I turned and went home Itaska. I was not stupid enough to go the rest of the way up the hill.

Today I walked on the art trail in Easton. One of the things on my to-do list for spring break—it was huge—was to finish the Easton directions and I had no check point. I texted Angel to see if she was working and wanted to walk, since she lives in Easton. Alas, she was working so I went alone.

This is a great trail, and now it has a beautiful parking lot with spaces drawn and traffic arrows. It does not have a port-o-potty. That's bad news for me.

I did not walk the whole trail. Just went as far as Bushkill Drive. I didn't go into town. I picked three spots for a check point, and my gut starts making noises. The sign above me on the highway said "13th Street 1/2 mile". I know what that grumbling means. I ate something I shouldn't have before walking. I started to think and new the culprit. Never drink milk before walking. Any other time is is fine. That goes for eggs too. Shit. Where is the closest bathroom?

Well there is none. My phone was dead.  I was tempted to go to Angel's house. Someone might have been home. But what if they weren't I would have wasted precious time. Instead of dealing with the lights on Northampton, I headed out the back way towards 25th and went to the Sheets. With seconds to spare.

I went back to the car and headed to pick up my niece. It's Saturday so I'm doing the mom carpool again. (real mom works every weekend.) I'm driving down 33 and the Mucinex kicks in. All the toxins in my body screaming I want out, and I only have one tissue available. Shit.

Again, I drive and try not to have my body implode on me. I pulled off the exit, rummaged thru the glove box and found napkins. For the first time in two weeks I could breath.

I haven't decided where my Easter Sunday walk will be.