The treadmill is gone.
As my energy wanes, I chose to spend what I have on being productive,
independent, and creative things. The
treadmill had become a big physical reminder of what I could not do
anymore. However, I will sing its
praises as I am certain the hours I spent on it have had a great deal to do
with my endurance now! In its place is
this bench that I stained to match (well kind of match, close gets the cigar in
my house) Skip’s grandmother Evans wardrobe and the coffee table Skip and I
made. Feels like a uniting of the room
and the generations…The pillows have been around for a while, but I did hand
paint them and that gets a little color and balance to that side of the room…And
I did it myself…well, the staining and the pillows…now it is a reminder of what
I can do instead of a big ugly symbol of what I cannot do."Shine On" Eric Bibb
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