Friday, May 30, 2014

No Soliciting

Six months ago, Eric decided that we needed a no soliciting sign. Since he works from home, he is the one that mostly has to answer the door when the encyclopedia salesman, window cleaners, Witnesses, Mormons, cables guys, and/or save the planet people knock on it. Plus, he doesn't like to say no, so if it happens to be the kid with the sad story about fundraising by selling newspaper subscriptions, we end up with three copies of the Sunday Times for the next four years.

So we looked for a sign. There plenty out there, but I was really partial to something that went like this, mainly because I am the sarcastic brat of the family:

I like it. I could have purchased this on Esty here.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

DNS

In runner speak, DNS is "Did Not Start."

How quickly the world changes. So much for the running one mile. After a one mile exploration today which resulted in enough back pain to light up traffic signals, my chiropractor put me back on injured reserve.

I cancelled my registration for the Rocky Mountain Half Marathon this evening. There's no way, at this point, I'll be able to run that, let alone train for it.

I'm hoping that I'll be back in time to run Dances with Dirt, September 21. At this point, September feels a lot closer than I'd like it to.

DNS.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

One Mile

I'm back on the horse.

Or, perhaps, more accurately, the treadmill.

After what seems like FOREVER off, and even LONGER at a reduced rate, I have "official" permission to run again.

One mile at a time.

Literally.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

May 8

We are having a garage sale this weekend. Please come by and buy!


Well, I should say we're having a garage sale as long as the weather is better than what I woke up to this morning...

View from our back window, May 8, 2014

I don't want to have to shovel in order to set out tables!

I hope those seeds I planted last weekend (in the garden boxes you can just see at the bottom of the photo) are ok. Spinach is a "cool season" plant, right?

Good thing the sprouts are still in the bathroom...