Exasperation

In addition to my normal walk at the gym this morning, I tried doing a tiny bit of running.  HA!   I’m in better shape than I have been since middle school, and it was still exactly as if I’d tried taking deep breaths underwater.  Oh man, it was bad.  I often excuse myself with the thought that I wasn’t built for running, but rather for piano-lifting; I guess I’ll get to test my boast next week, when my parents drive out with my bedroom furniture and it has to be carried up our oh-so-cute but treacherous stone steps, up the slanted wooden steps, lifted over the kitchen counter, carried through the bathroom (more lifting, this time over the sink), and into the back room.   We’ll see how it goes.  In the meantime, I’ll hope that I never have to run away from danger, because I’m going to be the one lagging at the back of the herd, expiring from the exertion before the wolves close in.  Good grief.

And, in a new level of audacity, I had to stop in the middle of the road this morning (along with two other cars) because a deer was standing there, suckling her two fawns.  She just stood there!  When she finally realized that cars were coming at her from two directions, she bounded off, but it took another minute or two before the young ones realized their milk source had absconded.

Erin