Celebration Sweat

Sometimes I find intriguing things while I’m out on a run and I can’t carry them home. Like the mold growing on this Saint. Or the ruffles growing on this tree stump. Or the sofa growing on this curb. It was a celebration run so I saw the whimsy in everything. My dog got the…

Losers Having Huge Fun

I haven’t followed up on the tennis lessons because there haven’t been many. We keep getting rained out. After three weeks of rain we finally got a dry lesson night this week and were able to resume. To make up for the lost weeks we decided to extend the duration of the remaining lessons until…

Blue Ribbon Maternity

Ignoring, of course, the implication that I couldn’t or can’t give my mother an award. What do you mean “If I could?” Posthumous awards are given all the time, which irks me. As do honorary degrees and giving someone a lifetime achievement award too early in a lifetime. Although I admit it might be hard…

Three Days Of Stink Turned Pink

I got to sneak out for run early this morning. It was the first run I’ve had all week. There’s a crisis in the Mercy household. El Doggo had a medical emergency over the weekend. I came home from playing tennis and found him in distress. On Sunday. On Mother’s Day. There were no emergency…

The Better Dress

Many years ago I worked as a supervisor of civilian staff in a military hospital. After I interviewed and hired a certain lady I explained the civilian dress code.  We were working under military contract so the dress code was a strict one. After we went down the list of wearables and unwearables she asked…

Barefoot And Intrepid

I tread softly around the woodpile. Even if the pile is only knee high. Woodpiles attract ghosts, in my experience. It’s the split wood. Whispers are released when wood is split or hewn. Stacked together there are a lot of conversations going on in a woodpile. If you’re a ghost passing through this area a…

Down On The Corner

It’s been a few runs since I posted any of the myriad of things I find while out on an average day’s run. I believe the last one was the skull I found right outside my front gate. This morning’s finds were less intriguing than a skull but still amusing. Well, one of them was…

A Wonderland Of Rules To Break

Tennis lesson No. 1 was fun and no one said a word about my hairy legs. I mean, I didn’t overhear any words about my body hair. It probably helped that the other women in the group didn’t know each other. Sometimes it takes a while for such things to develop among strangers. We also…