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What I did last week...

Last week passed rather quickly. I rode a 24 miler Wednesday with Paul. He was getting a ride for Lisa and her friends ready and wanted to see how road 303 was. Actually it was a pretty good ride. Good road and scenery.

That afternoon on the way back, Nikki called to say David was sick and vomiting. I tried my best to keep Mother from getting exposed but she came down with vomiting by Saturday morning. I slept on her extra bed that night in case she needed something. She didn't call me but later said she had trouble getting up.

Before David got sick on Wednesday, I took him on a hike with Beverly. He seemed to love being in the woods. He was riding my shoulders when we came into the open above Bull Bluff. He said, "Wow!" We had brought crackers for him to munch and he sat on a rock and ate them just like a little man. We covered 2 miles and David probably walked a mile of it. The exercise is good from Grammy too.

I got in 2 more good rides this week. I rode a 40 miler up around Sycamore, Alpine, Cburg and home. Then Sunday we rode the loop down to Fayetteville. That makes about 30 miles. I discovered my weight had dropped a bit more. That is good. I've been on this program only 3 months now and have lost a good portion of my overweight. There remains more that could be lost or tightened but that will only come in time.

We brought the camper home and worked on cleaning it up. It was in pretty good shape. I have attempted to get everything in order I can in anticipation of the Florida trip. If this week's weather is anything like what we will have in 3 weeks, I won't have to worry about cold. It may be too hot!

Mother's doctor called wanting to move her surgery up but I nixed it this time. I have canceled two trips last year and have put so much effort into this year's I can't cancel again.

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