The local chain of gyms I belong to has dozens of locations. I'm equidistant from two of them, but today I headed to the third-closest one because I like the Wednesday morning yoga class. The instructor goes slow and allows lots of time for each pose, and I leave there feeling nicely stretched out. Hubby Tony decided to go with me and use the machines. My class lasted an hour, then we reconnected by the front door and walked out to the car.
Neither of us had anything on the calendar for the rest of the day, so I took a scenic route home. The temperature was warm enough to spend time outside, so along the way we checked out the sidewalks to see if they were snow free and walkable for two people wearing athletic shoes. Sadly, most still had large stretches that were slush covered.
Halfway home I was getting ready to turn left, but realized that if I turned right we could visit a couple of antique malls as part of my hunt for a living room side table. After we strolled through both malls, we figured out the sidewalks on this stretch of road were clear enough to walk on. We left the car in the parking lot and headed north on foot. Along the way Tony spotted this sign:
I had heard about exchanges like these, but it was my first time seeing one in person. It made me happy to see that there was a nice variety of warm things on the rack.
Five years ago: Just The Right Size