If you are going to go the distance, cross-country running takes commitment and time. I am not a runner; never have been. Back in junior high school when JFK's emphasis on physical fitness filtered over into the schools, everyone was required to do the fifty-yard dash. I'm certain there were other requirements, but the fifty-yard dash is what I remember.
Of course, as I remember, a person's time was privately shared rather than posted for all to see, but I suspect I was in the lower 25 percentile. If my legs could move a fast as my mouth, that would probably escalate my standing significantly, but that was not to be.
I can't run, but I enjoy walking. By the way, I walk fast. Most people walking with me want me to slow down. One day this past week, I walked over 10 miles in D.C. I suspect half of those miles were probably in the halls of Congress. At least I was walking in air-conditioned comfort.
Of course, over the summer in 100 degree plus weather, I have been inside rather than outside. I need to get back into the habit of minimally walking five miles a day. I figure if you keep moving, it is in your best interest. If you stop, you might not get started again.
Have you ever stopped to think about the number of inconsequential things that would change in a perfect world? For example:
(1) Your computer would never crash
(2) Your steak would always come off the grill medium rare
(3) There would be enough time every day to complete your "To Do" list
(4) You'd never drive into Austin on a Saturday
Yesterday, the General mentioned that the cross-stitched article she had reframed was ready to be picked-up from Michael's. The previous framing and matting had faded, and it needed to be updated rather than tossed.
The General doesn't do cross-country, but she invests hours doing cross-stitch. She is really very skilled, and she has gifted many with her handiwork.
The thing of it is that we have limited space where we want to display pictures or artwork on the walls. In our last home, you couldn't see the walls for the number of pictures and artwork we had on display. I personally thought it looked great!
A close family member thought it was too much! Thus, "less-is-more" became our suggested approach in staging our new home. At some level, I guess we concurred. We wanted a fresh new look.
The thing of it is that the General hung the newly framed picture in her closet. The space where it is displayed is for her eyes only. I was impressed when I saw the difference new matting and a frame could make. Previously, it looked washed out. Now it looks vibrant and impressive.
When I took a picture of the new frame and matting this morning I was surprised. The cross-stich had been done by the General's mother rather than the General. It was signed in thread by "Grandma Opal". The General's mother had gifted her handiwork to Andrea back in the early 1980s. It was on display in her room in our first home in Henly. We moved into that home on Christmas Eve in 1980. Andrea was born January 2, 1981.
That realization brought back lots of memories to precious to forget.
All My Best!
Don
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