Swing Dancing

Yesterday was a glorious day!  I think it hit 60.  I did not realize how fantastic the day was.  I donned my winter coat and gloves and headed for a walk to the post office to deliver a package to a couple of fantastic young men, my nephews on the Meyer side of my family.  After delivering my package, I decided it was too lovely to return home and continued my walk.  I walked for quite some time, shedding my coat and gloves.  The sun was shining, the breeze was warm and the air smelled clean and fresh.  I came to a park, empty of children since it was still the middle of a school day.  I climbed on a swing, and went as high as my old, fat legs could pump this old fat lady!  A dog in a yard neighboring the park began barking and barking at my antics.  Finally he just sat and stared at me with his fuzzy head cocked to the side.  Get used to it Fido!  This feels wonderfully free!  I flew on the swing until my tummy flipped, until my legs could no longer work, until I felt completely free and satisfied.  No.  There is not a growing up rule.  Have fun, even when nobody is looking, well besides the curious canine.