WHO KNEW

I have just realized that I have posted my 100th post recently...who knew I had so much to say...and was thinking, "gee whiz-agins", I deserve a pat on the back for sticking with something that started out as a whim back in April. Then I discovered that MountainMama from Writing For Real Life has awarded me with the "One Lovely Blog Award". Life is good!!!

Thanks MountainMama...your timing was perfect!

The rules for this award are as follows:

1. Copy and paste the picture to your blog, accepting the award, with a link back to the person who honoured you.

2. Send the award forth to other blogs that you have newly discovered.

3. Leave a *note* for your recipients to come and collect their award.

I will pass this award on to five other blogs that I enjoy reading, ones that I have chosen for their content and because they are fairly new because I haven't forgotten how intimidating it was in the beginning, and still is, to put " yourself out there". These are just a few of several that I follow. Although I have not been commenting lately, I have been reading as many as I can. It seems that time, lately, is in very short supply and couple that with the fact that we are still using ancient "dial up" internet services, posting and commenting is very ...very...slow...But, alas, this is the price we pay for quiet country living.

Kate at Bountiful Living a blog about a healthy, holistic living, bowenwork, eating nourishing foods, and yoga.

Jac at Coco Sunday a blog with lots of beautiful photos, recipes and other interesting things.

Ann at Eat Craft and Wine for food, crafts and laughs.

Vicki at Frenchy Addict, a fellow Nova Scotian and Frenchy Addict.

and lastly,

Grace at Graceful Simplicity, a brand new and refreshing blog.

PUMPED!

Through the morning fog and mist I ran like the wind, well more like a soft breeze…oh, Ok, I’ll be honest here…it was more like a slight draft, but hey, I was moving… for almost all of my usual 2.5 km. Route. I did have to walk past the three houses along the way, for who wants to see my babies flying north, south and every direction in between. It felt good. I felt exhilarated, ecstatic, so super fine. I was pumped! I have never been able to run, even in my twenties, so for me, now 50+, this was a big accomplishment.

When I got home hubby had coffee and the morning paper waiting (no he didn’t meet me at the door with nothing on but an apron and a smile) and the promise of an hour of quiet togetherness reading the latest news. All was good in my little corner of the world…until I read the headline in Section A, page 6:
“Teacher’s career ends with a 65 km. run home”. This teacher decides to celebrate his retirement from teaching by running home after his last teaching day, a mere 65 km, no less. I started to feel the air slowly deflate from my balloon.

A short time later, I looked out my front window to see our 70+ neighbor strutting past our house on his daily 5 km walk. Here is a man that makes this journey, at a pretty good clip, every day. Heat, rain, snow, sleet nor a fidget winter wind can keep this man from his daily trek. Amazing…or crazy, maybe, but here goes the rest of the air from my balloon…oh well…off to practice my belly dancing. Who knows, maybe I’ll excel at dance and become the next Susan Boyle super star. Just watch me!