We were going through
the water aerobics class. We've gotten to know the drill. A lot of stuff
like jumping jacks, opposite hand to heel front, twist. Then going around
the pool with mostly legs sitting on the noodle (this is deep water
but we use floats and, I found, it's easier to get exercise as instructed
using them). It seems the going around the pool always stops with 'flutter
kick straight down.' But before we got to the tread water and using
the styrofoam dumbbells to exercise arms and pike for abs, the thunder
roared. The woman (Betty) who is a ex-lifeguard and Red Cross volunteer
called a halt to the class then. Some vultures circled high in the sky
and my dad joked that they were waiting for fried people. I'm taking
this class so my dad will take it.
So, only thirty minutes
of water aerobics. I made up for it in the gym by exercising pretty
hard. It feels like more exercise in the gym. Than in the water. But
it's weird to start the water thing and get interrupted.
At home, I messed
with the tedious task of going through and sorting lots of stuff, trying
to to plan to live in the house without the master bed/bath. I've come
up with a plan that allows us to avoid renting a storage unit. I hope
anyway. I seemed to be lost in the tedium of a bunch of mostly sad and
useless possessions that I can't bring myself to get rid of.
And then I saw the
frog. I went into the guest room (which also now houses luggage, a large
library of books and a display of various collectibles) to put something
in the drawers I'll use when we are displaced and sleeping in there
on the sleeper sofa. Something moving caught my eye. A frog???
I caught the frog
under a trash can, deftly (yeah, right) transferred him to a box and
closed the lid while I took him outdoors. How did he get in? Did Chalow
bring him in to play? I should have taken his picture but I was too
suprised to think about it.
A couple of times
FFP came down and ask me to do errands. On one excursion I stopped by
the Project Transitions thrift store with two heavy, bulging shopping
bags of miscelleneous stuff. I can safely say that I got rid of more
than I acquired today although two books did arrive from Amazon.
Finally, it was time
to get ready to go out. The hosts for the party have an opulent house,
all done up in stuff from some period that competes with chateaus in
France. I have been to the house before so I'm beyond being impressed
about it. I make my usual comment about the lovely pair (yes, pair)
of antique pianos. I mutter to a friend, who lives in a pretty impressive,
although not 'Louis the something' home herself, a comment that is no
less funny for having been uttered by me to someone else: "If I
had a library, it would have books in it." The library has shelves
and two levels with a circular staircase to the balcony. But it has
very few books. Some expensive and fragile-looking collectibles, though.
It was a strange
and disjointed day. When the usual people ask me what I was doing in
retirement I said 'nothing' but it felt awfully busy. I didn't mention
that I even found a frog.