Weight bearing exercise. Steroid-induced osteoporosis. My stationary bike, though I use it, isn’t the right tool for the job and my bum knee would prefer I be walking briskly anyway thankyoukindly. Richard suggested something I’d actually been thinking of too, and so I was researching treadmill machines when Michelle came home.
She asked me what I was doing. I told her.
“Mom. You DON’T need more yarn!!”
Huh??
I suddenly pictured monster hanks of yarn and walking hamster-ball-style in the loop they made. Red. Big Red Yarn. Really big. We did the confused look/what on earth are you talking about/you DON’T, Mom! thing a few times around before she laughed, “TREADMILL! I thought you said trade mill, like, you know, maybe, some cooperative for farmers, or…!” You know, to pool their wool or something.
And then perhaps it would all come here?
Where on earth would she get an idea like that?