Walking

JS called the house soon after leaving for work this morning to tell us that the Estate Sale building around the corner was "going off." Going off like Resort VIP at four in the morning, going off. I had to check it out. We've lived around the corner from this place for five months, and I'd never been to one of their sales. So I packed up NCS in the Jeep not-for-jogging stroller, armed myself with JS's checkbook, and hit the road.

This place was packed. It was a beautiful morning, and it seemed that most of Palm Beach was taking advantage of this prime shopping weather. We weren't able to shop as we would have liked, because the not-for-jogging stroller is huge. We didn't want to run over someone's Manolo Blahniks or whack a Chippendale something or other.

These Palm Beachers are quite spiffy'd up early in the morning, a la Paris Hilton. I felt extra scraggly, in my workout clothes. You know, that used to be me. I used to love to get up early on a Saturday, put on real clothes (not Mommy clothes), and go out into the world. I'd go get coffee first, too. It's funny how little things like going out for Starbucks become much more difficult when you've got a little guy to haul around with you.

Anyway, we set off toward the intercoastal. It was windy, and he fell asleep. I'm trying to do this "Couch to 5k" thing, so we walked and ran, even with the not-for-jogging stroller. The rear axle bounces if I run too fast, so I just use that as my Speedometer.

It's taken me two days to write this. There was a point to all of this, eloquent I'm sure, but I forgot it.

Ciao.