5.17 Method - Doing Laundry

Bestest Friend and I are doing a blog project. Each day we will write a blog post on a pre-determined theme chosen by a random noun generator. The theme for the seventeenth day of the month is "Method."

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Stephany and Sarah have both recently posted about how they do laundry. It is endlessly fascinating to see how people do different chores that we all have to do and it's even more fascinating to see how people with different size families do it (Stephany is a single lady and Sarah has FIVE children).  Here's how this couple does it.

This got long very quickly. TL;DR We wash our clothes once a week. 

I. Frequency

Generally speaking, we do laundry on Sundays. We might occasionally do a load in the middle of the week (this usually happens when we have five wet towels because someone rolled in scat and/or mud, but I won't name names about who rolls around in rabbit poop) or adjust the schedule if we're going to be traveling or something, but laundry is a Sunday chore.  We do it once a week because I only have enough workout clothes and undergarments to last about six or seven days, so if we don't do laundry on this schedule, bad things happen in my wardrobe! On average, we do three to seven loads a week. Now, this is a wide range because there are times of the year when we use more clothes than others.

In the winter, we do a lot less laundry because we don't wash our pants and shirts/sweaters with every wear and so it ends up mostly being socks, underwear, and towels and the loads are small. In the summer, heaven help us all, we change clothes all the damn time because we get sweaty, sunscreen-y, and there are times when I change four times in one day.

We wash our clothes, towels, and placemats every week. We wash our sheets every three to four weeks.  We wash our duvet cover hardly ever. There are certain items I handwash (bras, hats, scarves) and those get done on a very irregular basis when I feel like the situation is getting desperate. I probably don't need to tell you that bras get washed far more frequently in the summer than in the winter, do I?  Is this unusual? Too often? Not often enough? Who knows? It's just what we do.

This is my favorite basket. I like that it fits on my hips and makes carrying it up the stairs easier. My husband, however, literally has no hips and watching him carry this basket is HILARIOUSLY awkward.

(We were married for a couple of years before we combined our laundry. We used to do his and her laundry and never the twain met. We had separate laundry baskets, used separate coins since we didn't have washer/dryer in our unit back then, and even separate detergent! But when I broke my leg, Dr. BB temporarily took over all the laundry, threw everything into the same basket, and we've never gone back to separate laundry. It felt almost as momentous as when we got a joint banking account or bought a car together.)

II. System

A. Gather all the laundry and bring it to the downstairs bathroom. We keep laundry baskets in our bedroom, in the downstairs bathroom closet, and then we'll go around and collect towels from all the bathrooms and the kitchen and the mudroom where the vast majority of the time there's a towel or four that has been used to dry off a certain canine. Strip bed(s) if necessary. 

At this time, we have to REPLACE THE TOWELS in both the bathrooms. If we don't, inevitably one of us will use the upstairs bathroom and there won't be any way to dry hands. This replacing towels step must happen before anything touches a washer or dryer.

B. Separate into whites, darks, and colors. You people who don't separate your laundry are killing me. KILLING ME.  We don't have a strict order for which loads we wash, but if we are washing sheets, we do those first because then we can make the bed for dumping out the rest of the clothes to fold them. If we are planning on working out on Sunday, we might save the darks for last so we can throw in our workout clothes into a dark load. 

Some people wash all their towels in one load. We do not. We have dark grey towels (go in with the darks), white towels (go in with the whites), and colorful kitchen towels (go in with colors). If we put all the towels together, the white ones would immediately look dingy and, more importantly, our dryer could not handle an entire load of towels. They would just stay wet forever. When we first bought these towels, we washed them all at once and we literally had to line dry the towels because our dryer just couldn't take it. 

C. I hang dry the vast majority of my clothing. I put socks, underwear and some tshirts in the dryer, but otherwise line dry pants, dresses, shirts, bras, and workout gear. Dryers eat your clothes and I'm too frugal to spend money on things, so line drying it is. We have two of these drying racks and they are generally full to bursting on Sundays. We place these racks in our dining room, which is inconvenient to say the least. In my dream world in which we win the lottery, we have a designated laundry room with enough space for these racks. In the real world in which I don't buy lottery tickets, it just means the dining room is a bit cramped on Sunday nights.

D. When our dryer is finally done drying (we need a new one, but this one technically still works, even if it takes three times as long as it should, so we keep on keeping on), we take the clothes upstairs and dump them all on the bed while both of us fold and put away immediately.  On rare occasions when one of us is doing laundry solo, we fold the other person's clothes and put the folded items on the bed on their side. I don't honestly know which closet/dresser my husband keeps his socks and tshirts, so he has to put them away.  I love that we fold clothes together because it makes it go faster AND we always end up having weird philosophical discussion like "if you were one of these items of clothing, what would you like to be and why?". Marriage, man, it's insane.

E. On Monday morning, right after breakfast, I put away everything that's hanging on the racks. If something is still damp, the racks can remain up until after work hours, but we generally like to have those racks out of our dining room as soon as possible. 

III. Products

As you know, I have skin that freaks out if I try to change any product that touches my skin. There are  CONSEQUENCES Let's not ever talk about the time I briefly tried to use Palmolive instead of Dawn for washing dishes - never again.  So, we have used the exact same laundry products for over a decade. We once tried to change from the detergent we use to a "cleaner" detergent, but that experiment led to an emergency room visit, so now we just stay the course and hope to hell none of them ever changes their formula.

Detergent: Era - I have no idea why my skin is cool with this grocery store brand, but I am grateful because it's cheap and easy to find. Even at the height of supply chain issues in the pandemic, we could find it. My late MIL used Era and I think my husband and I take great comfort that on laundry day our house smells like hers used to.

Fabric softener: Bounce Free sheets - Honestly, most of my clothes don't get any fabric softener because I line dry so many of them.

Handwashing: Woolite Delicates - This does irritate my skin, so I have to be very diligent about rinsing these items incredibly thoroughly. I haven't really come up with a better system for handwashing delicate items, though.

Tennis balls: We have a three-pack of tennis balls that we use to wash things like coats, pillows, and the like. In particular, my down coats get washed with tennis balls in the dryer once or twice a season (and then line dried).  (I don't wash our pillows very much. I generally just replace them rather than wash them. Occasionally I throw them into the dryer to freshen them up with a dryer sheet. Is this weird? Should I wash our pillows?)

Mesh bags: I have a large number of mesh bags (maybe six?) that I use for things that get tangled with other things, particularly sports bras and camisoles. 

All right, let 'er rip. Tell me how wrong I am and what I'm doing wrong. I know there are strong opinions out there!

Rube Goldberg of Chores

Sunday was a glorious day. The sun was shining, the temperatures were well into the 70s, and we threw open the windows and screen doors and that's when it happened. As I was gathering the towels we use to dry the dog that live in the mudroom to do laundry, I noticed that the floors needed to be swept. So I started a load of laundry and headed to the mudroom to clean the floors.

Well, first I need to clean the winter gear out of the mudroom to be able to properly sweep. I put Hannah's winter coat away for the winter and take all of the shoes/boots I wear all winter to my closet. But the shoes in my closet are disorganized, so I start rearranging them. Then I notice that one of my scarves in on the ground of my closet, so I hang that back up. Change out a load of laundry.

Back to the mudroom. 

I sweep. The baseboards are really dusty though. Put a pin in that. 

I start to vacuum the area rugs. Hmmm... Hannah wasn't feeling well the last couple of days and she smells and so does her bed. Move the bed to the laundry room. Put a pin in the dog's stench level.

The area rugs are vacuumed. Then I get out the feather duster and dust the baseboards and door jambs. Change out a load of laundry.

The kitchen cabinets (painted white) are grimy in heavily touched areas. I am only noticing now because the sun is hitting them just right. Now I am using a Magic Eraser to clean the dingy spots, but when I clean the dingy spots, the rest of the cabinet looks dingy, so I have to clean every speck of every  cabinet. I contemplate removing every item from the cabinets and also washing the inside, but I cheat and just do the outsides. While I'm at it, I might as well clean the countertops and the stove top. 

Change out a load of laundry.

At this point, I rope my husband into the madness and request he take a Swiffer to any horizontal surface that might be dusty. I also ask him to clean the fan in the downstairs bathroom. 

I vacuum the downstairs bathroom. The litter box has not been washed all winter and even when it has fresh litter in it, it reeks. 

Ask my husband to help me trim Hannah's nails with the Dremel. I hold her and keep feeding her chicken while he actually uses the Dremel.

Have my husband turn the outside water on and hook up the hose. While he's out there, I ask him to unwinterize the air conditioner. 

Take the litter box outside and wash it thoroughly and then leave it in the sun to disinfect.

While the hose is out and the water is on, I corral the dog and force her to take a bath. I then walk her around for a mile or so in a vain attempt to dry off a dog whose undercoat is the thickest it will be all year. As she shakes, I see water and fur fly off and know that all the vacuuming I did today will be undone as soon as she is released into the house.

Throw the towels from the dog's bath into the laundry, along with her bed and blanket. The dog is now wandering around the house mournfully because she has no bed.

I take the trash and recycling out and realize that the bird feeders are empty, so then I fill the feeders.

At this point, I am exhausted, but the day is not over. 

I head upstairs to do some yoga. Once there, I notice that there are dust bunnies everywhere.

Finish yoga.

Grab the vacuum. Vacuum the stairs. Swiffer everywhere upstairs. Dust bunnies conquered. 

Get the dog's bed out of the dryer. She is so excited to have someplace to lay. Retrieve the litter box from outside. 

Collapse on the couch and write this post.

All I wanted to do was the laundry. 

Day In the Life, 6/21/2026

What does a Sunday look like in my world?

7:30am - Wake up without an alarm. Dr. BB has been up for a bit and he was reading his Kindle, so we rolled out of bed, pulled up the covers to "make it" and started our morning.

I went downstairs where I brushed Zelda and then weighed her. She's 10.64 pounds, which is the most she has weighed since her radiation treatment. It has been kind of difficult to get her to eat her dinner recently, but I'm not going to worry about it much if her weight is staying stable.

Then I walked Hannah. We were out for about 45 minutes. I listened to an episode of "Did Furbys Spy on Us?" while we meandered along the riverwalk. 

8:30am - We're back. I feed Hannah and get myself breakfast. By 9, I'm sitting down at my laptop to work on blog posts for the week for an hour. 

10:00am - I tear myself away from the computer to go brush my teeth, wash my face, and get dressed (in workout clothes). I collect and start laundry, iron two items of clothing that I want to wear this week, and wander downstairs. There I ask Dr. BB to assist me with cutting Hannah's nails, and then vacuum/sweep the main level. Then I fill the bird feeders outside. 

11:40am - The part of the day I have been dreading has arrived. I need to give Hannah a bath. She hates it so much. After much running away from me (and some choice words under my breath about dog ownership), she is finally washed. I walk her around the neighborhood in a futile attempt to get her to be a bit more dry before I let her go in the house.

12:15pm - Back inside. I eat lunch. We swap out the laundry. I stare into space for a few minutes wondering how to make my dog hate baths less. I search the house to find the cat because at least I know people on the street won't be reporting me for abuse of the cat. 

1:20pm - I sit back at my computer to work on my blog some more until the last load of laundry is dried.

2:00pm - The dryer buzzed. I head off to fold the last load of clothes.

2:20pm - Start my workout. I do a 30 minute total body (which means more like 45 minutes for me with additional rest and changing weights) and 25 minute yin yoga.

3:40pm- Workout is over. I message my accountability and head downstairs for the best part of the day. It's time to "read" on the couch, which actually means take a nap with Zelda. 

5:35pm - Feeding the girls and training Hannah. It sounds like this should be easy, but Hannah needs her gross medication mixed with pumpkin and Zelda takes ages to eat two tablespoons of food, so this ended up being A Thing.

6:00-7:30pm - Make and eat dinner. After dinner, I make some pistachio date balls as an after work snack for the week. They don't look appetizing here, but I promise they're delicious. 

7:40pm - Shower.

8:05pm - We start the second episode of Silo on AppleTV. 

9:06pm - Hannah and I go around the block before bed. Drippy, dreary night. Hannah is displeased to be outside. 

9:18pm - I take my evening medications and brush my teeth.

9:40pm - Finish the last of this post. After this I'll do my line-a-day and goal journals for the day and then do a final check of the kitchen before heading to bed. Fingers crossed lights out by 10:15.

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Did you have a chore heavy Sunday or was it more fun heavy? What book are you currently reading?

9.31 Activity - Sunday Chore Day

 Bestest Friend and I are doing a blog project. Each day we will write a blog post on a pre-determined theme chosen by a random noun generator. The theme for the thirty-first day of the month is "Activity."

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In general, we like to keep our Sundays pretty chill. The big adult chore is laundry for the day, but I also like to occasionally take the dog out for an extra-long walk or adventure, do a fun workout, read a book for hours, or we'll sometimes schedule some sort of social event.  But the idea is that Sundays should be chill.

Hannah examining a downed tree on her morning walk.

Well, that was not meant to be yesterday.  We had to do laundry, do some more yard cleanup after the storm, and go to the grocery store to do a big stock-up to replace everything we had to throw away. 

Laundry in progress

So we worked on the yard. My husband even mowed for good measure. It's only the third time he's mowed this year, so we felt pretty good about that. We clipped and sawed and took a big load over to the compost pile which was opened specially because of the sheer carnage of our town - it's usually closed on Sundays.

The official story is that there was no tornado in our town. What happened is that there were two separate storm systems, one coming directly from the east and one coming sort of southeast, and they met in our town, leading to an extended period of strong wind (I've seen reports of 80-85 miles per hour, but that might exaggerated). A lot of news reports say something about how our town was particularly hit by tree damage. I'll say it's definitely the worst tree damage I've seen since moving here. 

For those of you who asked, Hannah has been a real gem about having tree limbs and branches everywhere. I thought for sure she'd freak out, but if anything, she's super excited to have so many STICKS! all over the place to play with. 

Right after we finished taking a load over to the compost pile, the tree guy came to look at our leaning tree. He agreed it should come down and said he'll get someone out from the digger's hotline out there to mark things off and they can get us on the schedule sometime this week. If you're in southeastern Wisconsin and you need someone to take down a tree, we went with Jason's Five Star Landscape & Design and they've been super helpful and responsive. We've used them to remove a tree in the past, as well.

Looming ominously over our house. At least it's not the neighbor's house. If it were, I wouldn't be able to sleep.

For those of you wondering, no this isn't the giant pine in our backyard. That tree didn't so much as drop a pinecone in the storm. It is invincible. 

And then we had to go to the grocery store. What a day. Where's my day of rest, I ask you?

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Did you do any adulting chores yesterday? Complain about it here. 

Enough is Enough

I once read in a women's magazine that every woman has a particular item of clothing that she can't get enough of. (I have no idea if this applies to men - maybe they can't stop buying boxers? or white t-shirts?) One woman interviewed had 16 (16!) black skirts because she just couldn't stop buying them. One woman had ten pairs of the same tennis shoes because she just couldn't find any others that were nearly as comfortable. I vowed then and there to not be one of those women.

Until I started cleaning my dresser.

Here's the deal. I live in a ROOM. Everything I own fits in this room and the two closets I have claimed as mine (except my bike - it's in the garage). I don't have anything in the rest of the house. I have minimal bathroom accessories. I have NO kitchen items (except my salad spinner, which hardly seems fair to count). Everything fits in this room.

So I'm a purger. I must clean my closet and my dresser (it's not a dresser, even, because that would imply a commitment to furniture I don't have, but it's a plastic thing I purchased at KMart and put my clothes in) once a month. It's no holds barred throwing out of stuff. If an item of clothing hasn't been worn, it's gone. I have even started purging shoes. Because, frankly, there's no place to put my new shoes if the shoe rack is full of shoes I purchased in high school and haven't worn since then.

Today the cleaning of the dresser was brought on a shopping trip in which I had purchased two new tank tops. And I realized that the drawer were I put such items was MESSY. My desk can be cluttered, my bed can be unmade, my books can be in unalphabetical order, but my clothes drawer MUST BE ORGANIZED. See, when I was younger, my mother never put the laundry away. I never wore matching socks - not because I was color blind or trying to make a fashion statement, but because I could NEVER find socks that matched. So, as soon as I was old enough to take on the laundry responsibility, I did, but I never outgrew the desire for clean, organized, matched, and easily obtainable clothing. So I sat down on the floor and organized. Even though I had to be somewhere. But cleaning my room was definitely more important to me than being on time. Because I am neurotic. Hence my name.

As I cleaned my drawer, I noticed that I have become one of those women from that magazine article. It's not black skirts (I have four of varying lengths - I think that is completely acceptable). It's not tank tops (although I do have eight or nine). It's not even shoes (although I love them - I do purge them). It's camisoles. I have nine camis in the drawer. And that's not counting the half dozen hanging in my closet. And the ones in my dirty laundry basket. And half of them are white.

And, here's the worst part. I can't bear to part with any of them. I will fold them and gently put them away and cram the rest of my clothes in nooks and crannies of my closet because I will not be without a camisole to wear every day of the rest of my life.

Note: New shoes. Purple. Onitsuka Tiger by Asics. They are yummy and make my feet happy. If it ever stops threatening to rain, I will actually wear them out of the house.

August Physical Activity Accountability Buddy

In early August, I had a Facebook exchange with someone that went like this:

Friend #1: Those of you who can sustain exercising regularly, how do you convince your body it is better than reading or watching Parks and Rec or playing corn hole with kids?
Friend #2: It's not negotiable. My day revolves around it. My mind feels better. The more you do it, the more fun it gets.
Friend #1: I hear that. But how to you tell yourself it is more important than doing more work, or laundry, or spending time with your family?
Me: It is a form of love towards others. My father died young and while I don't know if exercise would have prolonged his life, I know that evidence shows it may prolong mine. I want my loved ones to know that I did all I can to be with them. Every half hour of exercise is FOR others. It's more important than vacuuming or laundry.

And I made Friend #1 my fitness accountability buddy for the month and sent her a Facebook message every day with an update. She also sent me her updates, but I'm just going to share mine because I don't want to violate her privacy.

Tuesday, August 3

30 minute tabata class and a 45 minute meditation restore yoga class. Hannah the Dog "helped" by repeatedly trying to take over my yoga mat.

Wednesday, August 4

30 minute cardio class and 30 minute body sculpt class.  Hannah was once again "helpful."

Thursday, August 5

One hour slow flow yoga class, but it was really a restore class, which was good because I was feeling it after the last couple of days.

Friday, August 6

15 minute move and stretch class, followed by a 30 minute run. It was hot and humid and pretty terrible outside, but I did it.

I look so much like my Uncle Kevin here that it makes me laugh. I'm a dude in my 60s, everyone!

Saturday, August 7

No formal workout. We had to clean in the yard after a storm last night, so I was outside for a while doing the hard work of dealing with downed branches and plants. Took the dog for an extra long walk before we drove to Iowa and back for a quick family thing (wore masks the whole time).

Sunday, August 8

30 minute Fitness Blender arm workout.

 Monday, August 9

40 minute run dodging thunderstorm warnings and tornado watches.

Tuesday, August 10

30 minute tabata class.

Wednesday, August 11

30 minute cardio class and 30 minute body sculpt class. Both classes were killer hard.

Thursday, August 12

No formal workout.

Friday, August 13

15 minute move and stretch class after a morning of struggling with spreadsheets and gritting my teeth a lot. 45 minute Yoga with Adriene video after work.

Saturday, August 14

35 minute run.

Sunday, August 15

An hour doing yardwork.  We pulled together three bags of yard waste. It was intense.

Monday, August 16

The day got away from me and I didn't work out. I had plans, but those plans failed. Mondays are hard (this will be repeated all month long).

Tuesday, August 17

30 minute run.

Wednesday, August 18

20ish mile bike ride with my husband and a few of our friends. It was really fun and delightful.

Thursday, August 19

One hour of meditation restore yoga. It was mostly laying on my back and counting breaths. It's been a couple of weeks since I'd done a class (because of scheduling) and I usually go twice a week, so it was really needed. My back feels a lot better.

Friday, August 20

15 minute move and stretch class at lunchtime. 25 minute tabata video before dinner.

Saturday, August 21

45 minute arm workout doing a Fitness Blender video and then a 20 minute Yoga with Adriene video for lower back pain since I tweaked something doing tabata yesterday.

Sunday, August 22

35 minute run before breakfast.

Monday, August 23

15 minute move and stretch class at lunch time, but otherwise took the day off because Mondays are hard.

Tuesday, August 24

Hannah and I went to obedience class. I guess this isn't really a workout of any real merit, but I do sweat a lot and Hannah and I walk around the ring a million times. 

Wednesday, August 25

30 minute cardio class followed by 30 minute body sculpt class.  

Thursday, August 26

One hour yoga class.  

Friday, August 27

30 minute run before breakfast.

Saturday, August 28

30 minute tabata video (arms).

Sunday, August 29

I accidentally ran out of clean sports bras, so I did laundry and took Hannah on an extra long (and extra hot) trip to the dog park. I'll pretend, for the sake of this record, that I didn't stop at A&W on the way home and get a root beer float, if you'll pretend, too. I guess it wasn't my healthiest day, but that's life, I guess.

Monday, August 30

30 minute run before breakfast. It was actually cooler in the morning than it has been in quite some time, so it felt nice.

Tuesday, August 31

30 minute tabata class. It kind of sucked and hurt, but I did it.  Not my favorite workout of the month.

The Dining Room Table or How the Clutter is Winning

There are things I notice that I let slide when things get tough in my life. I stop worrying about things like personal care (if I go too long without a haircut, take notice!), keeping on top of the mail, and household chores. So I took a photo of the dining room table this morning because it is an indication that things are going off the rails for me.

Our dining room table usually has four placemats and a notebook each of us keeps on the table. That's what belongs on the table. We occasionally put things on the table as a reminder to do something (pay a bill, reorder a prescription, etc.), but the idea is that those things get done within 24 hours and the item is removed from the dining room table because if no other room in the house is neat and tidy, the dining room is. 

Well...

1. My heated vest - This has been sitting here for weeks. I need to take out the battery to store it for summer, put a reminder for me to recharge the battery in July on the calendar, wash the vest, and store all of it for the season. This seems like a lot of work, honestly.

2. This is the bag of merch I bought at my alma mater. I need to take off all the tags and wash everything (or, at the very least, put all the things in a laundry basket so they will get washed when we next do laundry). 

3. Paperwork #1 - This is on my husband's side of the table. It's a warranty card or something that he needs to fill out and return. No action needed on my behalf.

4. Paperwork #2 - This is a card to remind my husband to buy something. I think there's a coupon or something on it. No action needed on my behalf.

5. Paperwork #3 - Mystifying paperwork about a class action lawsuit regarding our new car. I am not sure we are qualified for it and so we have spent  about an hour between the two of us trying to decipher the language in this document. I think I'm just going to recycle it when I get home.

6. $40 - This was cash money we had to buy honey at the Farmers' Market last Saturday. The honey people weren't there, though, and we can't go to the Market this Saturday and now we're out of honey. I need to either call the honey people and go to their house to buy it or just buy honey at the grocery store.

7. Mail - A bloggy friend mailed me a note and I should write back. This involves finding the perfect card/stationery and hunting down an international stamp. This is FUN and I'm happy to do it, but it seems like a lot right now.

8. Library book - I need to write up a review for this book on my blog and take it back to the library.

9. Makeup - I have three items of makeup that I needed to reorder: foundation, eyelid primer, and primer. This should have been an easy chore, but my foundation is impossible to find. It's not available at Sephora or Ulta anymore and while it's on the Laura Mercier site, it's sold out in my shade and I'm starting to wonder if it's going to be discontinued. Meanwhile, I was uncomfortable making foundation decisions at the computer, so while I meant to complete this chore yesterday, I did not. I am not certain what I'm going to do about this. I did order primer last night, but the eyeshadow primer and foundation remain an issue.

10. REI discount coupons -I am going to buy some new cross trainers with one of the coupons. They expire next week, so I have some time to get to this.

11. Greeting card -  I should have sent this out on Monday to get to the person in time, but is still sitting on my table. FFS. Why am I like this? 

The truth is that I'm exhausted right now. I came home from work yesterday and took a nap. Then I went to bed at about 9. I just don't know what's wrong. I feel otherwise fine, but I am so tired. Excuse me for this pity party. I am FINE, I think. I am somewhat young, somewhat fit, and definitely privileged to just have one job and a partner to help with chores at home. But boy could I use 48 hours in bed.

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What's a chore you've been putting off? (Please tell me I'm not alone.)

Cool Bloggers Walking Club - Week 2

It's rare that the church lights are on when we walk by. It really is beautiful. 

Sunday, April 6

47-minute morning walk with Hannah - I always try to make our Sunday morning walks longer because I have the time
42-minute walk with Hannah after lunch (admittedly I took an extra long walk to avoid doing laundry, but laundry was still happening when I got back from the walk)
30-minute walk with Hannah before bed

Those ducks were on the riverwalk until SOMEONE lunged at them. I'll let you decide who the lunger was. 

Monday, April 7

31-minute morning walk with Hannah in the wind

30-minute walk with Hannah after work

13-minute walk with Hannah before bed - it was cold, windy, and I was exhausted, so poor Hannah got rushed a bit through this

"Hannah, look at me." "No is a complete sentence, lady."

Tuesday, April 8

36-minute morning walk with Hannah - it was debatable if Hannah needed her coat this morning - why is it so cold IN APRIL?

16-minute walk with Hannah after work - I had to rush this one a bit to get to my fitness class on time, but not rushed enough to skip taking a photo of Hannah with the crocuses.

33-minute walk with Hannah before bed.

If you are interested in a morning walk with Hannah when she heard an ambulance and sang the song of her people, feel free to watch the video below. It does have an ambulance sound in it, so be aware of a high-pitched sound. 

Wednesday, April 9 

40-minute morning walk with Hannah

35-minute walk with Hannah after work in the cold rain - I was super grumpy about this walk, Hannah was not

15-minute walk with Hannah before bed - Hannah was super grumpy about this walk because she'd already put herself to bed, I was not

Thursday, April 10

37-minute morning walk with Hannah

39-minute walk with Hannah after work in the cold and rain

26-minute "walk" with Hannah before bed - friends, we traveled less than half a mile in those 26 minutes, so let's call this a "meander"

Hannah's emo album cover.

Friday, April 11

35-minute morning walk with Hannah

36-minute walk with Hannah before bed

Saturday, April 12

45-minute morning walk with Hannah

46-minute afternoon walk with Hannah and Dr. BB - another family walk! - this was actually because I'd given blood in the morning and things had not gone well for me, so Dr. BB was treating me like an invalid and didn't trust me not to pass out on the walk

22-minute walk with Hannah before bed

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Do you like to go for walks with other people? Dogs? Just yourself?