Labyrinth Building

Long day, but a good one. I assist Cynthia in the creation of a seven cycle labyrinth on the floor of the main building. Now I know why the medieval pilgrims got credit for a pilgrimage to Jerusalem by walking the large church labyrinths, on their knees no less. Creating a labyrinth in

blue painters' tape is not the same as carving one in marble, but it requires its own kind of effort, extensive kneeling. By walking the finished labyrinth and the residential perimeter I put 11,485 steps on my pedometer. My PIE ( personally integrated exercise) goals were met today.I am truly grateful.

Putting the cat in the Witness Protection Program

Chester, the transgendered black and white feline, has been relocated to a beautiful pecan plantation in Mayo, Fla. Her name will be Chessie. No one will ever know she was a B&B cat whose silky black coat was stroked by Gloria Steinhem and the Commanding General of West Point as well as the grandchildren and Dear Matt. After the shock has worn off, she will enjoy living with other cats,Jake the dog and the four horses. I know she will. Many of my FitBit step credits today came from chasing her. Some of the other steps came from a 7/8 mile circuit walk to shake the sadness from the relocation. I will miss her.

He Did Not Inhale

The community garden is about 1/2 mile from my front door. This gives me a destination walk that I take three or four times each day.I am now wearing neon pink FitBit to tell me how many steps I have taken each day. I try for 10,000 which I heard is a good total for folks concerned about aging gracefully. Today I fell short by about 2,000 steps.The little smiley face on the Fit Bit seemed to smirk. My beloved Robo helped me harvest the okra now that the beautiful hibiscus like blossoms have turned to verdant daggers ( or cigars)

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Brigadoon and Basil

It happened.I move to a retirement home and out of the concrete rose the gorgeous community garden of my dreams. Eighteen raised beds with a wash stone path between each one. In addition, a hose and faucet for EACH garden. I must be dreaming. The entire garden is about 1/2 mile from my apartment, so I can walk there several times a day....and I do. Four of the beds are organic and the others are conventional. This is not ideal but it honors the elders and that is the way it should be.I am learning lots from them.