walking to the yarn store

I'm trying to get more exercise.  DH bought me a Fitbit tracker to help me and after I drowned the first one (they suggest wearing it in the center of your bra. I perspire freely, and it's been really hot lately.) and ATT replaced it. (I wear it on my waistband now.  It's less of a collection point.) I decided today to walk down to the local yarn store.  On the way, I paused at the duck pond next to the library. and took photos.

I was looking for yellow yarn to knit mitties.  I found yellow yarn, pink yarn and a lovely pink and yellow mix.  I'm planning a double-knit argyle scarf to enter in the county fair next year.  Wish me luck.


On the way back, I made a pedestrian transit of a street that has been closed for re-paving, and walked right up the center of it.  It was great fun.  It was especially fun because all the heavy equipment operators were adorable stud muffins.  I mean, there was a baker's dozen of stud muffins.  I asked one lad if it was ok for me to walk in the middle of the street and he said, with blue eyes twinkling, "Hell yes.  I'd do it!  Just be careful around the equipment."

 "You mean I shouldn't play chicken with the steamroller?"

"We'd really rather you didn't.  They're so hard to clean." We both laughed and I strolled straight up the middle of the street like I owned it!

 So far today I have gotten in 3.25 miles , or 7289 steps, and the equivalent of twelve flights of stairs.  Yay me!