Mr Good Neighbor, who has given these cool cars to YaYa, has him dreaming big. In YaYa’s dreams, Ferarri’s, Pantera’s, and Lamborghini’s are within the realm of possibilities. Now, we just have to get him to dream big (and work hard) career wise.
California Poppy
Snot Rockets
Would you call me weird if I told you that I have a real admiration for those skilled in blowing snot rockets? Silly question — of course you would. Then again, you probably already think I’m a bit weird.
Seriously, if you’ve ever been working hard to climb a hill (either on foot or on wheels), you know the importance of being able to breath clearly. And with spring rapidly approaching, the pollens are flying through the air in force. This is no time for frilly, lady-like handkerchiefs. I know it can be rather disgusting but blowing my nose onto my sleeve really isn’t any better.
During last week’s long run, Lil Sis’ friend Loraine noted the importance of perfecting one’s SR skills. She encouraged me to make a conscious effort to practice my on my solo runs first so that, when I finally took my bike out on the road, I’d be better equipped.
Which brings me to today…
Better together
I’m stealing Donald’s blog title from his Better Together post.
Although I do find times where running solo is exactly what I need, I am finding that I am preferring to pair up with a good friend to share a run, a meal, a movie, or just a good laugh.
With 18 miles scheduled, I was more than happy to accommodate Cindy’s request to join me for her 6 mile run. Her only caveat was that I was sufficiently tired by the time we hooked up. This was easily accomplished by me running 12 miles ahead of time.
Our time together passed quickly. We took turns catching up on the other’s life events.
Talk, talk, talk — run, run, run. Soon, we were done, done, done.
Do unto others
With hand picked flower from our yard and a homemade card, YaYa and I brought his teacher to tears. Today marks another year since loosing her father. Sadly, we share an understanding regarding the pain that lives on year after year in spite of the moving on.
So many people tiptoe around days like this thinking that you’ll forget if they just don’t bring it up. We know better. We know how much healing comes from a simple recognition of the loss. Perhaps its respect for the dead. I don’t know.