Things

Some old geezer somewhere has spent the last 20 some-odd years sitting in a wheelchair because when I was born I stole his back. It's a family tradition. My older sister and older brother also have old man backs. We have been justly punished. "My back!" Yeah, that happens in my life.

To counter my old man back problems, I've done some research and now have a routine of back exercises and stretches that I do in the morning. The idea is to do them at night, too, but, "My back!" Let this be a warning to you: don't steal old man backs.

Because I've been focusing on strengthening my back, I've stopped running and strength training. My back is a little sensitive these days and can't take such rigorous activities.

I ate banana cream pudding and zucchini bread for breakfast. It was a mistake. I really should have stuck with vanilla pudding.

I am the worst plant owner ever.

I have five folders on my desktop with pictures from my New York trip. That one that happened a few months ago. It will be documented. Who thinks I'll get to it by Thanksgiving?

I have an old hotmail account. Gmail prompted me to confirm that my hotmail account was a good location to send forgotten information. I thought it would be prudent to ensure I could get in to my hotmail account before confirming. It took me four tries. There were nearly 2000 emails in the inbox. ANXIETY! I spent the next couple of days clearing out my inbox in such a way as to keep it from filling up again. I've been logging in every other day or so to make sure it stays cleaned up. In the past two weeks, three emails have showed up. They won't show up again. I've also been going through the folders and deleting, reorganizing, and refiling. Why does my hotmail account that I haven't used in years need to be reorganized? It's mine and it will be tidy and uncluttered.

My hotmail account is not the only virtual organization I've been engaged in. I'm currently reorganizing my pinterest boards because I pin too many recipes and I want them organized in such a way that they are easy to find.

Our garden is full of delicious vegetables and we don't have a kitchen to cook them up in. Tragic.