Sadly, I'm not one of those bastards like Jeff who think that working out is a fun part of the day. I've never really found anything that I can do on a regular basis that's enjoyable. Walking is about as close as I've gotten, and even then I'd rather stay home and read.
However, staying home is not really an option in the mornings these days, because the new dog dances around in excitement when she thinks we should be going on a walk. And you can't disappoint a dog that is galloping around the living room and sliding all over the hardwood floors.
So pretty much every day we walk to Main Street and back, which means I get to check out the store fronts.
Jim's Store - I'm still not really sure what the unifying theme is, but now he has dragon statues in a display case near the door. My geeky inner thirteen year old thinks they're cool. (Jim is finally back from the pow-wow in case you were wondering.)
** New **
Cambridge Community College is going in across from Jim's. I can't imagine it will last long, but I'm tempted to enroll just so I'd be able to say I went to Cambridge.
The barber shop (which probably has a name but I don't know what it is) - It's the only place consistently open. I've never actually seen anyone getting a haircut, but there are usually at least a couple of old guys sitting in there talking. Molly tries to run in the open door every morning.
One of these days I may even take pictures...
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I'm lazier. I drive Logan to a local park and let him run around for an hour or so before we drive back.
We did a lot more walking when he was a puppy. Then again, he wasn't strong enough to pull me down.
Molly doesn't really get any exercise when we go to the park -- she just wanders from person to person and sits down for as long as they will pet her.
Maybe someday I'll get a dog that likes to play...
You can have mine.
Maybe you should get a dog that isn't at an age when all it wants to do is lie in front of a warm fire.
JJ: Logan's still a puppy. He'll grow up... someday... probably.
Eric: I don't think I'm really ready for a high-energy dog. Besides, I can never get a fire going in my fireplace.
Logan has gotten a lot better. He doesn't destroy as much stuff, and after an hour at the park, he pretty much likes to sit on the sofa and chew on a toy. Or nap. But he will get up and play if you offer to.
I find that most geriatric dogs are over playing. I agree with Eric.
BTW - the word verification was "micess". Funny that, considering your former profession and my rodent phobia.
JJ, how did I never know that you had a rodent phobia? Is it as bad as one of our receptionists who freaked out every time someone brought a bird into the lobby? (And _why_ was she working in that reception area?)
Molly actually played with some dogs for the first thirty seconds we were at the park yesterday. We just need to go for one minute at a time, and only when there are ten or more dogs running around. No problem.
You didn't know I had a rodent phobia? I actually had to leave the room when Dr. V was working on a rat. (It died.) I can deal with guinea pigs and chinchillas as well as larger things like squirrels and beavers. I can't handle the little ones: mice, rats, hamsters, gerbils, chipmunks...
(And now the word verification is "gullably")
Can I just point out to everyone that the rat was _not_ my patient. See, other people had patients die, too.
But back to the point -- JJ, you're weird. Not about the rodent thing, really, but just because you like dentistry...
It was definitely NOT your patient. It was while you were a senior. It was Liz Stelow(?)'s pet rat.
I think playing with creepy crawly things and animals that peck out your eyes and rodents is weird.
Well, I came to the realization that I could never do dentistry when I tried to remove the incisor from a rabbit cadaver and accidentally took off a big chunk of the skull at the same time.
I don't think Dr. V was very impressed with my technique...
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