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| and go down the stairs. |
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| and out the door to get the newspaper. |
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| I go back inside |
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| and up the steps for my first cup of coffee |
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| I go halfway up the steps to tell HardPlace it's time to get out of bed. |
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| Back down to top off my cup and start the paper. |
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| Up the stairs to wake Rock. |
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| Back downstairs to nag HardPlace to get moving. |
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| Down the steps to see HardPlace out the front door. |
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| All the way back upstairs to get myself dressed. |
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| Back down to make sure Rock has breakfast and to get fresh coffee! |
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| Upstairs to grab a load of laundry and make sure Rock is brushing his teeth. |
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| All the way down to put on the laundry |
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| and close the garage door after Rock bikes away. |
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| Back up to finish my coffee |
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| and get the day going. |
Who needs a Stairmaster?
Who needs a gym?
ReplyDeleteYou must have great legs!
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Peace!
Actually, Barbara, I'm getting them back!
ReplyDeleteWhen I left here and moved to Arizona, I promptly gained 20 pounds, which I attribute to not uusing stairs anymore. Obviously, the up-and-down that I recounted here is just a fraction of the up-and-down that I do every day. When I moved back -- I promptly lost 20 pounds.
Wow! I should say you don't need a stairmaster!
ReplyDeleteWow ... I'm exhausted just imagining you up and down the stairs!
ReplyDeleteVery insightful!
Sounds like my mornings - I have three flights of stairs and one sleepy almost-teen who has to be woken repeatedly before she actually gets up!
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