Sunshine Sketches

I’ve lost 5 pounds.  On Friday, when I shared this with my friend Roz, she decided to get on board with my fitness plan and suggested we start power-walking for an hour a day.  I think she’s trying to run me ragged!

Yesterday we walked for an hour inside the mall as it was rainy out.  Today we were outdoors and it was glorious.  We decided to drive to nearby Whitby and walk along the Waterfront Trail. 

 

Ontario's Waterfront Trail

 

Do you know how wonderful a warm autumn day can be?  It was sunny and around 20º C (70º F).  The trail is lush with wildflowers, trees changing colour, a great view of Lake Ontario, and people of all ages enjoying the day.  We met cyclists, walkers, joggers, and even a small snake sunning itself on the path.

The coastline of the lake curves quite a bit and on a little rise in the path we were able to clearly see Toronto’s CN Tower on the horizon, about 70 km away.

The view across Lake Ontario towards Toronto.

We walked as far as Whitby’s Marina, about 3.5 km along the trail.   Out on the water a sailboat seemed to be disappearing over the horizon and we spotted a small fishing boat returning to its mooring .  It all looked so peaceful just lying there in the sunshine.

A sumac tree just starting to change colours.

On the way back, there was a small acrobatic airplane doing loops, spins and barrel rolls out over the lake We had a perfect view and enjoyed the display for a few minutes and then were on our way again.

Wild roses and rose hips in the sunshine.

 

This morning I did mall walking with the Sneakers Club, so my total for the day was about 11 – 12 km. (about 7 miles).  I now plan to do some upper body exercises to balance out the walking.

It is fun having another partner to exercise with and it’s good that we have the mall within a five-minute walk to provide a climate-controlled  spot to walk away from the bad weather.  It is particularly appreciated in the depths of winter and the hot, hazy, humid days of summer.

Roz is babysitting her baby grandson four days a week, and tomorrow we are going to take him along.  He is going to get into the exercise habit at a very young age.

I hope this new plan works out for both Roz and me.

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A Visit to the Hygenist

It is not my favourite thing to do but the time had come to visit my dental hygenist.  I don’t know why I feel nervous the night before but last night I was a little edgy.  It took me a little while to fall asleep and then I had very vivid dreams involving a variety of small sharp instruments, and a masked woman.

This morning I walked over to our local mall which is only five minutes away and I did some mall walking with the 10,000 other senior citizens gathered there. Okay, I’m exaggerating, but it is the week for registration for the new season of  Sneakers, the walking club, and every senior in my area seemed to be there.  I hadn’t seen so much white hair and so many bald heads since hubby and I took in that Perry Como concert in Milwaukee in 1986. 

My appointment was for 9:45, at the far end of the mall and I got there with a few minutes to spare.  My hygenist, who shares my birthday (not the year, but the date) was on time and we started.  I’m not saying she talks a lot but after she said, “open wide”, she started talking and didn’t stop until she said, “rinse”.  I found out the ages and grades of her children, that her son was bitten by a dog, her husband was working again, she visited her cousin in Alberta, she went to Buffalo to do some shopping, her high school teacher is still teaching, her son had a sleep-over, her daughter bought some new clothes, she had an allergic reaction to a cat aboard the plane to Alberta, etc., etc., etc.  You get the idea.  And I loved every minute of it.

I find it distracts me from the picking, probing, and polishing that is going on inside my mouth and I am able to make little grunting noises to indicate surprise  (unghhh), amazement  (aaahhhhh),  and even sympathy (ehhhng).  We are able to communicate perfectly.

It’s better than having my dentist tell me to open my mouth wide, wider, wider.  I tell him that I am not  a snake – I can’t disconnect my jaw for any reason, not even a root canal.  But it just sounds like, “uh nt ooo ny wdr!” Why can’t he understand that???