#365Gratitude Day 220: Bloody good workout

This morning I decided to explore a bit more. I went left where I normally go right, headed down the hill on the nice newly made sidewalk and decided to just keep on going.  

Eventually I made a turn, stumbling across a beautiful little creek.  

It was awesome. I just kept on going.

Then I looked down at my feet.  

The outer edge of the toe box of my left shoe was bloody. As I kept going I noticed it kept getting more bloody. 

Well crap. 

At this point I was a good 2 miles from home. I knew no one was home, and that if I called Missy, who was at the store, it would mess her up, and it would take a while for her to find me.

So I just turned around, and went home. 

Not too long after I got home, my sister-in-law came home too. She got one look at my foot, cried blue murder, & got to work on me.

Some peroxide, bandages, and a good rest later and I'm OK.   It was just a torn toenail. It didn't really even hurt, and looked much worse than it was.

Backspace it was just a torn toenail. It didn't really even hurt, and looked much worse than it was.

I'm glad that I powered through it, and it worked out  OK.

#365Gratitude Day 219: Chalk it up to a new experience

Missy, Rachel & I tried a new pizza place with blackboards on the walls.  

Pretty cool.  

Missy is so often big with and for me. It's nice to see her get to play sometimes, too. 

#365Gratitude Day 218: Powderful Experimentation

This was a pretty good morning.  I got up before dawn, got out of my diaper, and got ready to go running.  I was pleased as punch to get on my way just at sunrise.  

Funny, bit gross detail about this.  When I run, I get sweaty and gross anyhow, so I tend not to shower before I go.  This has the strange effect that often halfway through my run I smell like a mix of baby powder and sweaty athlete.  It's actually a scent I find sort of confusing and invigorating at the same time.

Today was all about being experimental.  I ran through neighborhoods I normally don't, checked out a hilly path that looked interesting, and poked around the nooks and crannies of the neighborhood looking for new things.

I found a few too.  At one point, the sidewalk ended at the top of an enormous hill overlooking a valley below, and beyond that a faraway bridge over water. 

It was stunning.  

On my way back, I took the time to walk up the inside of a huge parking garage not too far from where we live, just because I wanted to see the view from the roof.  Sorry, I didn't get a picture of that.  It was great too.

I forget sometimes that working out and going for walks and runs is great in and unto itself.  My body feels great, and I'm pleased I got to know the secret underpinnings of the places nearby a bit more.  

I'm grateful I made the time to do this good thing.

#365Gratitude Day 217: Longtimer Polyamory

I'm polyamorous, as are many people I know. Often I've heard from others that being poly is aberrant, strange, unnatural, weird, or even dangerous.  I've heard that people find it threatening, or that it somehow invalidates relationships.   

Now let me state that I don't require approval from others for how I live.  There's plenty of room in the universe for people of all kinds.  I don't need a pat on the back for any of the things that inform who I am, as a person. ​

Every once in a while though I'll stumble across something that shows there are others out there like me, living happy quiet unique lives that aren't those of the mainstream.  ​

They're happy. And poly.  And awesome.  

That happened today. Cunning Minx the host of the Polyamory Weekly podcast, tweeted a link to an article about a couple In their 80's who have been poly for 62 years now. 

It's a great read, and they're nice folks. I love hearing about stuff like this. 

#365Gratitude Day 216: Maybe

I love Alan Watts. I love zen stories. Put them together and you get this wonderfully told tale. 

Have I been grateful for it before? Maybe.  

Will I find it timely, necessary, and fulfilling in the future as I have before?  Maybe. ;-)