rolling hill

We went for a walk with a neighbor around Rolling Hill yesterday, not to be confused with Rolling Rock, which is in turn distinct from Ringing Rocks. Given the amount of rocky climbing a beer would have been nice, but we barely had the energy for a post hoc carbo loading when we got home (radiatore with red sauce and crumbles, and a peanut butter and banana sammich).

I thought I'd do more gardening. I planned on stocking up on supplies to fortify the rosemaries then amex flagged me trying to convert points to gift cards. I might rack up liabilities all over town, but consuming assets apparently warrants locking Rapunzel in the tower. They said they'd call me back "within 48 hours", meanwhile my hair keeps growing. We planned to leave for the park later in the afternoon, but my plans were derailed and my neighbor had an appointment cancel so we moved up ours.

I did do some tidying around the yard. I even moved the composter to a space under the kitchen window, tucked into a low traffic area. I bought the thing last winter and set it up right outside the kitchen door to promote my own use of it. I think the behavior has been codified enough now that having to turn the corner to empty the collection tray from time to time shouldn't be an obstacle. I've even added to it twice now since the move. I'll have to do a little more shoveling this coming winter, but that's worth having some distance from the smelly smells in deep summer.

Dany was sore after our walk yesterday, and I've been feeling it, too. We ate and fell asleep as soon as we got back, and when she woke up she was keeping weight off one of her legs. She didn't react when I inspected so I gave her a little massage, and she went back to walking on it normally. I think she may have twisted or pulled something. We climbed down and back up a steep hill to the creek then played fetch in an enclosed area. We went to bed early, in part to be ready for an early start to today. I had scheduled boiler maintenance for this morning, happening now while I write. My legs and shoulders are still sore, and Dany, still a little stiff in her leg after waking up, seems to have forgotten what discomfort visited her yesterday.