Breakfast started out with a green smoothie. I don’t always, but when I feel I need an added oomph, I’ll throw in a scoop of Vega protein powder. Today’s was Vega Protein and Greens Berry, 8 ounces Bai pineapple infused coconut water, frozen mango, 1/2 banana, and tons of kale and spinach.
Lunch didn’t happen. It should have – but alas. It didn’t.
Dinner was a simple rice cooker beans and rice dish. Brown rice, pinto beans, chilies, onion, garlic, and various spices. Serve with tortilla chips, lettuce, and hot sauce!
I streamed a yoga class today. It wasn’t an overly challenging one, but what I needed for some peace and clarity.
I do have to say though, my arms are sore as all get out from cleaning the pool yesterday!
Well, I swear – when you live alone (as in the home caretaker – I’m not ACTUALLY alone, two of my kids are here), things start to break down. First if was my car. In the shop 5 days and still no clear idea of what’s wrong. Then it was the lawnmower. It had been dying a slow death for a year now, but finally bit it, literally the day D moved out. Thankfully Sears is in a death spiral, and biting the bullet and buying a new mower didn’t break the bank! Then the pool cleaner. That’s at the shop as I await to hear what the damages are there (so it’s manual cleaning for me for now!). And now the garage door. It will open electronically, but not close. I was even on the ladder with a flashlight (after watching YouTube videos), and I still have no idea what I’m looking at. Ugh. And that’s what’s led to today’s near cat-astrophe.
I went to take the Polaris (the pool vacuum of awesomeness) to the pool supply/repair place. I knew I was only going to be gone about 15-20 minutes, so I left the garage door open. I get home, pull in, and as soon as I get out of my car, Kuma comes running up to me! What the heck?!? Lo and behold, the door from the garage into the house was WIDE open (wasn’t me, I swear). I immediately get R and we start looking for cats. Bumble is upstairs snoring away, but Ginny is no where to be found. Gin is feline leukemia positive, and we’re really cautious about keeping her in the house at all times (unless in the screened in back porch with one of us). Anyway, sure as can be, Gin is gone. We both look around the house and down the block a bit. At this point, I figure she has to be fairly close, so I have R go in the house to get a can of the special “wet food” (the one where they come running as soon as they hear it pop open. And it worked – Gin came bolting up the stairs into R’s waiting arms. Who proceeds to start crying and carrying the cat everywhere. But, happy ending for sure.
And I think that’s enough adventures for me today.