good Monday

Today I actually got up and got to the river by 8:36 A freakin' M and then walked five miles on the trail. Seriously. And I didn't die and no cars flew over off the highway and hit me. That sort of freaked me out. I'm not sure we should walk there anymore. But I hate walking at the mall. I really just want to start going to the gym. It isn't a matter of not wanting to do anything. I'm okay with that. W & K sort of expect me to go with them. But they also sort of give me this look when I walk faster than they do. But it is so exhausting to walk slower than my true pace. So I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I'm not anti social. I just don't know. It was a good walk anyway.

Now I am home. I made a re-usable grocery bag from a pattern and learned how to sew French seams. This fabric was J's Mom's. She had made up some curtains out of it, complete with that big webbing thing across the top for hooking the traverse rod hooks in. I ripped all the seams out of one of the panels and sewed up a bag. I also "machine embroidered" the word bag on there. I have machine embroidered in quotes. That's not really how I did it. I just wrote bag on there with a pen and sewed along the lines with the sewing machine.

I talked for just about forever with my friend M. on the phone. We very rarely talk for some reason, but we always have great conversations. Same with my dad. We have lots of fun talking but almost never call each other. I told him, well, if we talked all the time we'd use it all up. 

I think I just need to quit eating cake. I don't even really enjoy cake, and it gives me guilt to eat it. It's not even that great.