Battle Stations
With Christmas two weeks away, I need to get busy. Unfortunately, I did not take my own advice this year and start things early. Tisk, Tisk. The good news is the weather is nice, so I can get out in the yard and hit a couple of licks at the ever growing pile of oak leaves. They will some day be the death of me, but I have won every battle thus far. I attack them with rake, blower, lawnmower fitted with bagger, garbage can, and big black plastic bag. Their only weapons are number, wind, and rain. They allie themselves with the rain to become more difficult to pickup, but the wind betrays them. The wind is a double agent. It helps the leaves by blowing my piles about, but it helps me by drying the little devils out so they are easier to collect, muahahahaha. They will soon be mulching someone's shrubs. By the end of the day, I will have rows of bags lined up on the street. As if by magic, the bags disappear as passers by take them for mulch. I rarely see anyone in the act. Too bad the leaf takers don't rake and bag them their damn self. Now I know how the "Little Red Hen" felt.
As far as running goes, I have had a week of rest. After the marathon I was treated to three off days, one three miler, another off day, another three miler, today is off again. Next week I will run 20 miles total. My coach is starting me out low and building up again. I wind up running 40 to 50 miles per week at the most. It is still hard to believe I am going to run in the Boston Marathon. I haven't signed up yet, but I am only days away from it.
We have to buy a new car. The day before Thanksgiving, Barbara ran into the back of another vehicle. No one was injured. We were on our way to work. Anyway, our car was totaled and we are getting $4,700.00 from the insurance company. I hate car shopping especially when I need to come up with more money. Insert string of expletives here, __________________.
My dog Hobo is still hanging in there, but he is getting weaker and weaker. He is 13.5 and finds it quite difficult to stand and walk. In the morning, I have to help him stand up then walk with my hands under his ribs to keep him up until he gets his sea legs. He has no control of his bowels, but bladder control is pretty good. He is still happy and has a good appetite, so we are trying to make his golden days as comfortable as we can.
I'd better get myself in gear; I'm wasting good daylight.
Have a great weekend everyone,
Until the next time
John Strain