Even though the weather is definitely autumnal, there’s a new spring in my step. Shooting pains in my ankles finally drove me to seek out a good pair of walking shoes. I went to this great store called New England Running where a very helpful and knowledgable salesman examined my feet and the way I walk, diagnosed my problems, and fitted me with a spiffy new pair of sneakers. With silver and blue stripes! Ok, I actually think they’re really ugly. I just don’t like the look of any athletic shoes. But the way they make me feel… Oooh I want to sing! I don’t know why I didn’t do this years ago. I’d have saved myself from so much pain. Stubborm, stubborn me. Even though we’re on a tight budget right now, I consider this money well spent.
In perhaps related news, I seem to be on a spring cleaning kick. Or fall cleaning. Whatever. That’s one reason for the sparser posting on this blog.
Maybe there’s a postpartum nesting instinct I’ve never heard anyone mention? When the baby is finally sleeping through the night and you have a new surge of energy and a burning desire to finally take control of the mess your house has become?
This week I’ve dusted in the living room, reorganized the bookshelves (in conjunction with Dom’s project to catalog our massive library on the computer), done mountains of laundry and piles of dishes. Today I cleaned out the refrigerator, thus conquering the evil smell that was threatening to take over the kitchen. Plus I’ve been much better at making the bed and keeping thing neat, which sounds easy enough, but is a big deal for me.