Move 'Em Out!

I drove to and then walked at the beach in Rio Del Mar prior to going in to work today. I met my sister who brought me a steaming hot cup of coffee that tasted more like I should be sitting on my ass down to take in the splendor of this cup of joy instead of being dragged by a leash taking the dog for a walk in the dark, in thick morning fog.


The whole point of my walking is to exercise the dog so she will rest which when you think about it is quite a vicious circle. I have a dog. She needs exercise. She needs to sleep. I need to walk her so she gets exercise and so she'll be tired enough to sleep. It's a trick! If I were not a dog owner, I'd be at home asleep but instead, I'm out in the fog on the sand with my sister and my dog, gazing toward sunrise. The only folks out that early are the homeless guy who lives in his Vanagan and a bicycling garbage picker who carries a big plastic bag that increases in size with each stop. There are also a few invisible women in their 40s and 50s but since we can't see them, I won't include their details here. Suffice it to say, invisible women need their exercise too so their children can see them when it comes time to put them in a rest home.


I started writing this post just around lunchtime. Hannah drove up in the back seat of her Grandma's car.  I stopped writing. I tried to get Bella and Hannah on my lap for a photo but Hannah was having none of it and Bella, well, she was being Bella. I can't win with these two. We all went for a walk down the hill.

Exercise is finally more important than some things. It helps to be able to move. Moving a smaller body makes the whole exercise experience easier. Maybe that's why I was so rebellious toward exercise in the past. It was a lot harder to move the whole herd than it is to move one animal.