and the theme for day is....

sing sing what will i sing

OMG.  I can't see a thing without my glasses, can't function without medication and i need to keep my feet warm at all times. and exercise. they, no idea who they are, say i should give up smoking, follow this morning exercise and stretch routine and walk     10,000 steps per day. 

WELL I GAVE UP SMOKING!

                             
we are swamped with all this advice to delay getting old.                         
I am not sure who decided on this 10,00 steps per day.  it's a bit like the 8 glasses of water per day.  do the daily crossword and word puzzles and you won't go too la la.  join a gym. get a personal trainer. tho Michael has recently done just this, spends 3 days a week pumping iron, swimming and paying through his nose and says he never felt better. but he is poorer.

I have found that getting up in the mornings is best if you decide on a theme song for the day. without looking at the weather paying any attention to what the weather man on the radio is bleating about.

with a tune in your head you can whizz through the prescribed exercise routines in a matter of seconds. well minutes. time will fly.

it is good if you choose an old pop song because no one remembers the words correctly including yourself.  today i have decided on songs about clothing.  Mmmm! i hear you say. but the imagination can get carried away especially if you choose something like  the itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini to start with. 

as i waltz along the beach yellow spotting it is time for a trip down memory lane.  my friend Sue and I were visiting my family one holiday. after visiting my sister in a house perched up in the cliff side suburb we had to sprint down an almost vertical slope to the town's bus stop. in our high heels. singing yes you guessed.... thanks to Bobby Darrin. did we make it to the bus on time?  no idea. but i remember i broke the heel on one of my shoes. my black suede shoes. 

which lets the memories morph into the next song. BLUE suede shoes. from the king. Elvis himself. it has a great rhythm.  and once upon a time i was in love with a very NICE boy who actually owned BLUE SUEDE SHOES!   but mother kept saying what a NICE lad he was. it's a bit of a turn off isn't it.   but i have never met another blue suede shoer. and this is the blue suede NICE lad with an innocent me.

the lad on the right was another NICE lad.  according to my mother.  and he actually owned a WHITE SPORTS COAT.  so you see how easy it is to fill your head with music and memory while attempting the 10,000 steps required by who knows who. 

now you can see how creative you can get with all these memories bouncing along to the chosen rhythm.  hopefully while so attired i avoid meeting any regulars.  when its time to turn back down the track i have morphed back to footwear. yes.  these boots are made for walking.  God bless Nancy Sinatra. and one can pound out the envy for Julia Roberts legs that reached her armpits in Pretty Woman. but once i did wear boots like this. with a purple mini skirt. pushing an English pram.  and my mother certainly did not think such a short skirt was nice. particularly on a young mother.

so home again home again jiggy de jog.  and the reality is i probably looked like this because it has been cold and wet for a week or so. and you sure need a tune or two in your head to get going this weather.