Day one is over. The drive up here was fine- stopped at DQ as we came into town as we had left earlier than planned (hubby was anxious to get on the road and we were packed - so why wait?) and it was about 1-ish, I think. We ate 'lunch' there and then headed over 1/2 mile or so to the hotel - and lucky us - the room was ready and they let us have it early. Our room is nice; a bit smaller than I remembered, although the last time we stayed here we had the two-person jacuzzi which I opted out of this time. I have to laugh, though, for my imagination got ahead of me. Our 'patio'? It consists of two chairs and a small table between them sitting on the 6x4' concrete pad. It is covered too. :-) As all of these are. It's like a community of rooms and the middle has a lot of trees and some grass (I watched two squirrels playing as I sat outside yesterday) and all the 'furnished patios' face each other. Only one other couple 'down the way' were even out on the fabulous patio yesterday. They did say that a lot of firemen have been staying here so I imagine, as I heard their trucks come in late afternoon, the went to bed early after such a trying day. There is still a fire aways north of us. I think the clerk called it the 'Johnson fire'. I thought there was one called the 'Woods Fire', but I don't really pay attention to where these are.
Something new here is that they have a breakfast. It's in a separate building and is really pretty nice. Breakfast was eggs, bacon, sausage, make your own waffles (which I tried to and made a mess), juice, bagels, donuts, cereals, yogurt, fruit, coffee,.... and I don't remember what else. We ate enough, for sure.
We came back and I went outside to read some more. It has been so nice to be able to sit outside. I sat out there for a long time yesterday, just enjoying the coolness of the air and reading. Went out there again after breakfast, and hubby joined for until I came in here. You know I have to try and write something in here to give you something to read - regardless of what time it is. Which now is 9:30AM. And hubby just came in from outside.
He asked me what I wanted to do today. I tell him I'm on 'retreat', he is the one on 'vacation' as he gets to read all the time he wants to at home. He can be annoying. So I finally told him about 10:30AM let's go to Goodwill and stroll (groan, he just asked me 'who' was I writing to)... through there for awhile. Then he wants to go get a good lunch (we will probably go to Denny's on the opposite corner). I brought enough 'snacks' that we made it dinner last night - strawberries, cheese and crackers. And Oreos. So he said if we can eat a good lunch (wherever we go), we can have the strawberries, cheese and crackers again tonight and not have to go out for dinner. Works for me. I'm content to stay here and sit outside and read. But, he isn't. Things have changed a lot since his three friends are no longer available for get togethers at lunch anymore. He is home all the time, except for Tuesday nights and Friday mornings now. He doesn't know what to do with himself. He reads a lot. He watches TV a lot (usually afternoons). So now that we are out of town, he 'wants' to do something other than sit and read - which is what I want to do.
It's hard for me to write in here with him nearby. I get questions as to what do I write about, what am I writing in, who am I writing to, what am I writing.... and it not only distracts my thinking process (which is little), but I feel like big brother is watching over my shoulder. That is the disadvantage of being in a hotel room versus an airbnb. A hotel room has one large room and a bathroom. An airbnb has other rooms in which I can separate myself and be alone in my Bible reading and in my book reading and in my writing. I didn't even bother to write in my journal this morning. I had planned to. May not this trip.
And I'm sure some of you won't understand any of that. You have a relationship where you aren't questioned about everything and you are given the respect of quiet when you are in your 'quiet time' and not interrupted with 'what are you doing' or anything like that. I don't always have that luxury so I am always looking over my shoulder or expecting to be interrupted. Again.
So with that, I am going to stop here and see what I need to do in order to be ready to leave when hubby wants to go. I commented yesterday that I wished he liked hiking and walking - two things that I really enjoy. He angrily responded 'it's not that I don't want to, I'm not able to!'. And that is true, sorta, now. If it was me, I would push myself to be able to walk further. I wouldn't sit in a recliner or chair all day and not exercise my legs and core as much as I could. Morgan tries to get him to work them more, but riding a bicycle 30 minutes when I'm working out is not enough to build strength where he needs it - especially when one keeps the tension on very light. Sure, he rides 3-5 miles in 30 minutes - but seriously, if the tension was at a 3 or 5 or whatever - it would use the muscles... if you know what I mean. So the question remains...."do you want to get well?" And that question can apply to any of us.
Have trouble breathing? Start focusing on breathing deeper and strengthening your lungs. Have trouble walking? Take the effort to walk a half a block and then expand it a little at a time until you can walk all the way around the block. Or like Ms. Vicky, she has a very bad leg thanks to a blotched surgery years ago. She has to use a walker most of the time. But she goes to the pool every day and walks twenty laps back and forth every day. And because of that, her leg is stronger to where for short distances she can walk from her recliner to the kitchen and back without her walker. She is slowly regaining her life. Unlike Ms. Diane - who laid in bed or sat in her recliner - and refused to walk any - even with her walker. Both use walkers; one chooses to get better, one doesn't care.
I want to live a long life, but I want to LIVE my long life, if you know what I mean. I can only remember my mother sitting at the kitchen table every single day. She walked very little. I love my mother dearly, but I do not want to spend my life sitting at a kitchen table waiting for someone to come visit. I want to live my life doing life.
And I need to get off here before more questions come. Maybe I'll have things to write about tomorrow. May end up skipping a day or two - but we go back home on Thursday so by Friday morning I will have my space again. :-) Didn't realize how much I missed it. :-)
Have a blessed day!
Blessings!
Oh - and I forgot my mouse. I knew I forgot something!
