If I may use a famous quote: I no like it!
I roll over and my shoulder blade goes, nope. I walk up the stairs and my knee is like, nope. Hip. Same thing. Why do we have to get old. Why can’t we stay young and vibrant forever?
Today we walked ten kilometers around Barnston Island in Surrey. The island was an interesting place to walk around. Big farms. Cute houses, but also dilapidated houses.
As we walked around, out bodies decided to say nope, not today; yet, we still had to keep walking because there are no buses and no way to get back to the ferry but walk. Our car was parked on the other side. We had walked onto the ferry.
But who would have thought ten kilometers would make our bodies start crying? I used to walk for a living and ten km was nothing in a day. I’ve come to realize that sitting at a desk all day at work is so not healthy. I’m determined to be able to walk without hobbling like an old woman.
Life is too short to be achy and stuck in a chair. Our world is too beautiful to let it waste away. So despite being sore, I am glad we got out to see Barnston Island.
We saw donkeys, cows, horses, chickens, silage, corn and blackberries. But what surprised me most was the amount of dilapidated buildings. Don’t get me wrong, there were some nice places on the island, but the others quickly became an eye sore.
While we were walking around the island, it surprised me that only a few properties were actually growing anything, unless everything else we saw was silage, but I wasn’t sure. When I got home, I did some research and found out that a high water table makes poor growing conditions for about 85% of the land, so I guess that would explain the lack of farming activity and maybe even some of the poor falling apart buildings.
However, I did find a place that sells eggs and beef called “Painted Rivers.” We’re looking forward to going back and checking them out. But ya, getting old isn’t a piece of cake. Everything aches. If you have a cure or you know of a way to settle these old bones, make a comment below. I’d love to hear from you.
The Blues of Atlantis
For as long as there have been men, there have been myths. And as long as there have been myths, there have been dreamers. Dreamers who wonder what else is out there.
Nerina Winters is no different. She lives a fantasy life as a mermaid, putting on daily shows at the aquarium. Until one day, she finds herself sitting in the doctor’s office. The revelation of what’s ailing her reveals a family secret she isn’t supposed to know about until her thirtieth birthday.
But it’s too late. The secret is out. Now she’s on the run with a husband she no longer trusts, who harbors a secret of his own. Her husband quickly learns that secrets are perilous by nature.
Some swear by them.
Some die from them.
But who will live, and who will die?
And will they live long enough to find out?
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