Tuesday morning

I walked four miles yesterday in the immediate neighborhood, enjoying the flowers and trees, and one mile this morning. So I'm at 76 miles. I'm waiting for the carpenter who is going to install my new stove top, so I'm walking close by where I can keep an eye on the drive-way. It's a given that an opening made in the countertop in 1990 will not fit a different model 17 years later, so this could get messy and dusty. I've moved everything that wasn't nailed down, put skillets and roasters into the wall ovens and covered bookshelves and furniture with sheets.

Old stove top, one eager burner, two half-hearted, and one out to lunch.