This Simple Life

I believed, stupidly, that life would get easier as we age.

This is not the case and no one escapes, in this writers life.

I always wanted to write, that is a given with me, so I blog.

I am not competitive but have learned that button once pushed does not easily switch off. I try to get to the gym  2 or 3 times a week, to offset the bad habits I have i.e. slouching over a computer screen,  and the inherited family traits of heart disease, diabetes, epilepsy and high blood pressure. And have discovered it is addictive, sociable and exhausting but good.

As kids, we were brought up believing it is good to give back, so I volunteer.

I work with Ellie, who being a collie is all about being busy. Working with her led me to find a lab who also likes to work and now she has two sons who live to find anything I care to hide.

I almost forgot, I work not a full week but I work and now help to take care of Dad.

Add that into the mix along with a reluctance to say no and there is an explosion waiting to happen.

So I have decided to cut back but on what?  Housework is the tempting answer to that question, but I am a woman and we are programmed to only ignore the dust for so long.

Yes, this simple life I crave is a dream.

So any suggestions or advice would be gratefully received, mulled over and … tried out for a month or two.

Perhaps I should follow Bob’s example.

 

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Time Off

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We had a tough week last week and I decided a little time off or out would be good for us.

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However  one dog in  particular was a bit stubborn on the issue of doing something different. He refused to get in the car.

 

 

So Bob stayed at home to rest.

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We went to rest the Ellie way.  Which meant there was a lot of walking,

 

 

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throwing of balls and

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once or twice  parking the ball while she went to investigate the sights and sounds of the wood.

 

 

 

 

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When we arrived back home, he had moved but  poor Bob looked exhausted.

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