It doesn't take much to entertain me. Really, it doesn't. I know people will think I am kind of weird but I love to take a basket of laundry that looks like this:
This has nothing whatsoever to do with what I want to blog about today. Two years ago I began an odyssey that turned me into a much thinner, healthier person with better balance and the ability to wear a pair of jeans. I read online about the 10,000 steps program. A doctor discovered that if a person would walk 10,000 steps a day, he/she would be healthy. I liked to walk, but never paid much attention to how far I went. 10,000 steps is suppose to be about five miles. I thought, "I can do that." Well, it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I started out walking 3 or 4 thousand steps a day. I was determined to reach that 10,000 step goal. I walked in the sun, in the rain, in cold weather and warm. I roamed all over our neighborhood, met the neighbors and the neighbors' dogs. People would stop to talk to me and tell me they liked seeing me walk with my dogs. I celebrated when I finally reached 10,000 steps. When I start my walk I have three ways I can go.
Here are the dump trucks or as I like to call them, dumb trucks....okay, I'm just getting silly now. It's late and this blog is getting much too long and I'm not done yet. These dump trucks go to the gravel pit that is across the road from us and bring sand to the concrete plant and gravel to other job sites. This past couple of years they have all worked overtime while our city was putting in a new four lane road through town. I have to watch out for all these truckers and they watch out for me. We all wave to each other and they try not to squash me and I try not to get squashed and everything works out okay.