The Boyzz---and other stuff

Here's what the two "assassins" look like in the ever-flattering light of the Christmas tree.  That's Alvin on the left, Theo on the right.  We've made it through the folly of combining two junior cats with five Christmas trees...relatively unscathed.  In fact, I don't think they broke a single ornament.  Their dad and I managed to explode a few when we were decorating the tree in the living room.  Yes, explode...that's the only word for what happens when a glass ornament comes in contact with a laminate floor, having been dropped from, oh, about a three or four-foot height.  Can you say, "Disintegrate? With a satisfying crash?"

I've manged to de-Christmas two rooms so far.  The bedroom and the dining room are officially undecorated.  They don't exactly look back to normal, since there are boxes stacked all over the place, waiting for Saturday, when we plan to go through the garage and sort through all the junk that's been on the shelves in boxes since we moved in more than three years ago.  It is to be hoped that we will actually throw some of the stuff away this time.  I think I've got the right mindset...at least today I did.  I went through the pantry and weeded out boxes of cereal, noodles, rice, crackers, and other things that have been sitting around for at least a year.  A lot of it was purchased before we started the diet last January, and we really don't eat pasta and rice much anymore.  OR it's stuff that I stocked up on for company, and I just don't want to have it around here as a temptation.  I hate to waste it, but at some point you have to concede that it's just not going to get eaten.

So, it looks like I'm ticking some of those things off my "resolutions" list.  Here it is, January sixth, and I'm still into it!  Must be a new record...  One of the things I'm proudest of so far, is that I have managed to get my butt and my dog's butt out for a walk almost every day since last Monday.  Even today, when it was raining.  And, wonder of wonders, I didn't melt!  Last week, we took off on a walk that I knew was a circle, but I didn't know how large of a circle.  We ended up walking for about two hours, and logged almost seven miles.  Dog kept looking over her shoulder at me, like, "Are we there yet?"  I'm sure she thought I had lost my way, my mind, or both. 

Won't it be nice if I'm sitting here in two months writing that we've walked sixty days in a row?  Well, maybe that's a stretch...but we've made a good start.