We start our day with another one of those damn rulks. That goes pretty good, so good in fact that I’m thinking as we run more and walk less, maybe soon they could be called runks and who knows, down the road somewhere they might even become just plain old runs.
Think of all the spare K’s we’d have if we could learn to just run.
By the time we’ve had breakfast it’s raining. I love to wash our coach in a nice rain (I think of rain as a natural rinse cycle) and I do have some time open time on my agenda. I get out my hoses and bucket and begin my task.I’m feeling energetic so I start with the roof, scrub it down well and then move on to the sides.
I finish my wash job just in time to watch the end of ladies hockey.
Wow, wasn’t that exciting!
By now the sun is out and it’s a gorgeous day. Marilyn wants to go for a bike ride. So we grab a quick-lunch and off we go, on another new trail. There’s lots of activity on this one. Today we see a snake (I’m proud of my lady, she didn’t scream), another Armadillo, 2 Alligators, a half-dozen Canadians and dozens of Americans. The snake was slithering, as snakes are known to do, the Armadillo was foraging, the gators (a mother and baby) were snoozing and the people were doing all sorts of different things. They were walking, biking, running, chatting even sitting on benches gazing. I rode by a couple sitting on a bench, holding their speakerphone talking with someone about the hockey game.
Remember when you actually had to go to a phone to talk on it? Remember seeing your first speakerphone? Remember being a big shot and talking on a smart phone?
It’s a different day here today, windy and a little cooler thanks to a horrific thunder, lightning and rain storm that rolled through last night. This morning our house is not just washed and rinsed, it’s well rinsed. I really don’t care about today’s weather though, today I’m watching hockey.
“Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up, it knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn’t matter whether you’re the lion or a gazelle-when the sun comes up, you’d better be running.” -Christopher MacDougal
Be safe my friends.