After the Love is Murder conference, I headed to St. Louis to visit my son and his family. Imagine my delight to not only feast my eyes on my grandchildren, but also see the temperature soar to 80 degrees (of course, I’d left the house with my winter coat, scarf, and gloves). After shedding several layers, I basked in the warm sunlight and got nice and toasty clear to my bones.
This was short lived as the thermometer plummeted to more seasonable temps. To keep warm, my daughter-in-law took me to several of her YMCA fitness classes (or torture sessions as I like to call them). Topping the list was Zumba, which I thought sounded fun (really…just say Zumba, Zumba, it makes you smile). That is, until the music starts. They should have called it by its real name, Lunge Hell. I never realized there were so many different ways to lunge for an hour including using a thick rubber band item that you stretch across both ankles and then try to spread your legs while making your way across the floor (think the total opposite of the ballet). I finished the class only because there was an 88 year old man who was making me look bad. I do have some pride although you probably couldn’t see it past my sweaty, red face.
I was all set to go home on Thursday, but luckily found out about the huge winter storm that blasted Milwaukee. Yes, I’m a big, old chicken when it comes to driving in snow, sleet and most miserable weather. I consider myself a good driver, but it’s those other idiots out there. So, today I’ll hit the road hoping for a sunny day with blue skies. As always, I’m looking for my happily ever after.
Bottom Line: Give me a good book about a snowstorm and I’ll be glad to read it on a sunny beach with an umbrella in my drink…hold the ice.
Almost forgot that it’s Friday. Please let us know what you’ve been reading this week. I’ve been too busy sweating.