On a roll

Managed another little cameo workout at the climbing gym, with a different friend. Afternoon brought chores which required walking, and in the mid-60's weather, it was a joy to get out. Lots of exercise for my mom, too, with a bonus chicken visit accompanied by a four year old neighbor girl, whose mother describes her as going on 13. She'd been to get her hair cut, and it sounded like a mini spa day, with shampooing, French braiding and glittering involved. The only glitter I recall from my early years was the heavy duty stuff we poured on glue to make holiday cards in first grade. It was more like metallic paint flakes, and probably was lead-laden and made in Taiwan. Our little friend was playing with an adding machine, and got big amusement out of me reading off the numbers in billions she was creating. Kids do the darnedest stuff.