The park on Christmas day. This park is hard for me to take, a few years ago it wasn’t there. It was just a beautiful hillside, overlooking some mountains. Now it is a developed park, with artificial hills and valleys that overlook a huge grossly expensive subdivision. They didn’t even try to make the houses look like they belong here, they are fashioned like Italian villas. baaahhhh. It was on a road that was little traveled, it was one of my favorite bike routes. Then they attached it to the interstate highway, and I don’t need to tell you what that did.
When I woke this morning, it was 12 degrees fahrenheit. I checked my e-mail and found a note from my coach, advising us to bring yak trax, and maybe screw shoes for ice. I said, “hell, no,” and went to a 6:30 meeting I haven’t been to in years instead. It was a nice meeting.
I’ve hit the treadmill for 6 miles, I’ve taken down the Christmas tree and most of the decorations. Not the nativity though, it will be here until Little Christmas on Jan. 6. The 61st anniversary of my baptism.
I am ready to stop eating sweets, stop looking at glittering lights, stop all the trappings of this holiday. I am ready to get back to the grind.
I did go shopping yesterday and was able to buy jeans a size smaller than the last pair. woooooo hoooooo. Three sizes smaller than a year ago. (She writes while eating m&m’s and pretzels, oh well, a girl has got to eat!)
I have a ton of things I would like to write about but they would all take work. Research, lots of thought, and careful writing – not like this slop! Another day.
O sing a new song to the Lord, sing to the Lord all the earth. O sing to the Lord, bless his name. — Psalm 95:1