When Ted and I looked at the calendar hanging on the inside of the cereal cabinet door this past Monday morning, we saw four empty squares marking Monday-Thursday. We grinned at each other and said – almost at the same time – “Woo Hoo!”
Ok, ok. Ted has never said “woo hoo” is his life – but I said it for both of us.
With no doctor, dentist, eye exam, grocery or Pet Partner visits looming for the week, I did what I normally do this time of year . . . made a list!
Yep – it’s time for the six-weeks-to-go-before-we-leave-for-Michigan-list. I’ve said it before, but I never made lists back in my younger days – I just remembered stuff. Now, if it isn’t written down and checked off, it won’t get done. Sad, but true.
Things on my list this year:
- Deep clean the house (which means closets, drawers, cabinets, blinds, windows, etc.). I divide the house into rooms and the rooms into sections. Yes, I could do it all in a few days if I wanted to half-kill myself, but I’m hoping to be alive and well at the end of the “deep clean”. So I just do a couple of things on the lists each day until we leave. That way, the house gets sparkly, but I still have lots of “day” left each day to do other things, like . . .
- Exercise and eat better! I have been a very, VERY bad girl this winter. I have not walked, I have not biked, I have not dieted. What I have done is sit a lot, read a lot and eat a lot. Even as busy as we’ve stayed and as on-the-go as we’ve been, there has been no real cardio exercise at all. Therefore, I am one big lump of weak muscles and no stamina. What does that mean come the middle of May on the first trip up Cadotte to our condo on Mackinac? It means this old girl will be in a world of hurt. Something has to change. And that leads us to the last thing on the list . . . another list!
- Start getting ready to close the lake house. You’ve seen that list before – no need to post it again. And besides – it just seems to get longer each year. I’d think by now it would be shorter. But it’s not.
So now it’s Thursday, and the accomplishments are starting to be checked off. The house cleaning is on schedule, and so is the exercise. I dug my Walk at Home tapes out of mothballs and dutifully marched three miles in 45 minutes around our den each day this week – except for the day I rode my bike four miles (I did that outside). My chicken-salad-sandwich-and-potato-chip-lunches have been replaced by lean baked chicken, raw carrots, and whole wheat Gold Fish (I HAVE to have one salty, crunchy treat or I will NOT stick to this type of eating). I’m hoping to keep it all going now that I’ve gotten through the hardest part . . . getting off the couch.
As the days warm and our minds turn once more toward going north, I find myself thinking more and more about our future years and what they may bring. There is a part of me that has begun to long for the stability of a year-round residence, where I can plant flowers in the spring and still be there to cut them in the summer. Maybe it’s my age and some primeval turning of my spirit more toward a permanent nest for our senior years. I don’t know exactly what it is, but I find myself spending more time than usual trying to figure it out.
But then I think of giving up Mackinac, and the sadness I feel is so overwhelming I silently shake my head and say, “Not yet . . . no, not yet.”