For my marathon medal to stop looping through the eastern seaboard and get delivered to me…
Continue reading “The tension of waiting”Category: flotsam
A song in – or maybe for – my heart
As I type this, not as it posts, it’s the actual day of the actual Baltimore Festival of Running. I am not running. I did my marathon, twice, earlier this month.
But the air is crisp and the sun is shining. It’s a glorious Autumn weekend morning… it’s a lovely day to get out and move.
Continue reading “A song in – or maybe for – my heart”Not my holiday
Halloween is coming. My neighbors three doors down decorated at the beginning of the month, to the nth degree. Not in a creepy horrific way – thank God. Just … it’s lit up like Christmas, but Halloween. Very festive.
Continue reading “Not my holiday”Observations on overkill
So these virtual challenges are starting to go to my head or something.
On successive days this month, I walked a half marathon…
Continue reading “Observations on overkill”295 and other milestones
Every day I’ve been crossing the items off the list. I read my scripture. I get my steps. I do my Duolingo and Rosetta Stone (still both Frenching it up). I floss my teeth. I get the things done.
But I don’t always do them with joy and excitement.
Continue reading “295 and other milestones”Important mail arrives
My ballot came, right on time, as requested.
I had it filled out, checked twice for accuracy, and sealed up for return the same day.
Continue reading “Important mail arrives”Solo mission impossible: Marrakesh
My marathon day really helped close the gap. By which I mean, it put me less than 80 miles behind where I’d need to be to finish the Africa Loop on time. 🤣
Continue reading “Solo mission impossible: Marrakesh”Miles
As I mentioned, S gave me an entry to the Baltimore Festival of Running virtual marathon, for my birthday.
I didn’t have to finish it in one day.
Power wash
My fantastic blessing of a BIL came by of a Friday evening to power wash my place.
Continue reading “Power wash”Wet
As soon as the work day was over, I masked up, threw on shoes, remembered keys (woot, another disaster averted), grabbed the recycling to go out, and began the trek to mom and dad’s.
Continue reading “Wet”