SHARE THE LOVE
Remember Subaru’s quite visible sales campaign this past November to January? If someone bought a new Subaru, they needed to specify which charity they supported, and Subaru would donate $250 to that particular charity. The available charities to choose from were the ASPCA, Make-a-Wish® , National Park Foundation, and Meals on Wheels America.
The “Share the Love Event” of 2018-2019 was pleased to inform us that the Middletown Senior Center earned $7,207.91 by participating for Meals on Wheels of America.
Thanks to all of those who either bought or leased a Subaru during this time frame . If not this year, maybe next year. It was more lucrative than we had ever hoped or imagined.
GARDENING, AKA EXHILARATING EXERCISE
I had a chance to do some gardening recently. I chose the correct time of year, climate wise. The sun was shining, there was a small breeze, and the weather seemed perfect. I was totally prepared to tax my limits. I pleaded with my body to not let me down.
It used to take me approximately five to seven hours of hard labor a day to rake and burn, dig and plant, prune and mulch (over an acre). Of course, not anymore. We’re in a new location, and this yard (lot size) over the years has been transformed into reasonable manicured spaces. Also, for the heavy stuff, I do have a gardener. I still feel guilty about it, but my yard begs me for one.
I broke the yard into sections. I would weed, plant, and water a section a day. I had a deadline to finish at least three of the sections by a certain date. I do have to admit that the three sections I selected were very manageable. They allowed for some sitting while weeding and planting.
I do now sincerely and totally know for certain what “bone tired” means. I did well on the first two sections. On the third section, I did well also, but had some leftover touches on the first two sections to finish. So I got busy and finished them up, even though I knew I was pushing it. At this age, the only way I get something done is to push myself a bit. This push was more than a bit. But finish, I did. I don’t remember being that tired for a very l-o-n-g time. Everything hurt. But what fascinated me, when I was taking inventory on what hurt, was that I was totally aware of my bones (every one of them). They ached. I never gave much thought to the expression “bone tired”. But I certainly now know what it means and how it feels. It used to take me five to seven hours to get bone tired.
Now I can do it in a mere 23 minutes.