Week 4: Walk for 15 minutes at least 3 times this week.
Barry
Good morning. It’s absolutely beautiful out today. At 10:30am the temperature was 63 degrees, so I’ve got to make this short because Luke and I have already done a lot, but we’ve got sooo much more to do. I woke up, did my stretches, ate a breakfast consisting of blueberries and whole wheat toast with, you guessed it, Jif. I drove down to the only town in Pennsylvania and picked up my boy, and we were off to the races, or at least the imaginary races at Ber-Vaughn park. We had the whole place to ourselves, so I chased him around for a good fifteen minutes, and then I sat down as he played on the jungle gym. Let me tell you something about this jungle gym. It’s the king of all jungle gyms, and Luke digs it big time. It’s made of some type of recycled plastic poly something or other and Luke doesn’t end up getting a bloody nose every time he falls from it, on it, or off it, so it’s good in my book – and when it comes to Luke’s safety, my book is HUGE. So, I’m sitting there and I notice all the trash that is lying around. Most of it is fast food wrappers, and I’m thinking to myself - come on people, there is a garbage can ten feet away. So, I do the good citizen thing and start picking up some of the trash until I get some special sauce on my hands. As I’ve said in earlier blogs, it’s been raining on and off around here lately, so whatever this orange-green stuff is that’s now on my hands - it’s groady to the max, like totally. So I’m done. I get some wipeys out of my powder blue diaper bag slash man purse, and I’m done playing Woodsie Owl. Plus Luke is ready to go. As we’re pulling out of the park, I get behind this guy who is screaming at the top of his lungs at the dude in front of him. Now mind you, I have no idea what it’s about, but it has something to do with the front man’s driving because in between the swear words that are pouring out of this guy’s apple eater (great album) I hear, “learn to drive” and “turn signal.” Well, I’m thinking, My name’s Paul and that’s between you all. I swear from all of the fast food wrappers and road rage I saw this morning, I’m surprised people aren’t keeling over left and right in this area. All I know is that it’s all good in my hood. I feel totally tubular besides being on an 80’s valley girl kick. I hope everybody out there has a fast food free and peaceful day. Later, Barry J.
