somebody noticed my new winter hat.
It's good to be a nice person--to say nice things, to do nice things, to write nice things--but I declare an end to the use of the word nice. Nice is what you say when you can't think of any other adjective. Someone shows you a picture of their back yard--that's nice. Someone tells you about their afternoon adventure--that's nice. Or someone describes their childhood in great detail and sometimes with painstaking effort--that's nice. It's a lazy word, and it's non-descriptive. Nice is like mashed potatoes with noodles and chicken gravy all in a big pile on one plate with some canned corn for garnish. Everything is the same color and texture and base substance--starch (this is a favorite Amish dish). Nice is like a partly cloudy day in April when outside feels like inside, and you can't tell a difference between the lighting and the temperature of your living room and the lighting and temperature of your front yard. Nice is a glass of lukewarm water. ...
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Oh, and the exercise. Whew. We're going to have to compare notes on progress soon. My back feels better but my knee hurts-heh heh.
I think the new found energy is causing the housework though so that is a good result! I'm sure to gain weight in the process though and that is unfortunate for me. Maybe it will be toned weight though.
Keep up the good work yourself. Sciatica be gone!
"Dive" wanted to say "Nice Beaver, Robyn" but I wouldn't let him.
Er … uh-oh.