Passion

Been thinking a lot lately about passion.  People have passion for all sorts of things - from food to sports to computers - to whatever they really really love.  I loved talking to The Granddaughter - when she was here - about volleyball.  It is her passion.  Her face just lights up when she's talking about it, and she's so looking forward to her time at college (Yay - volleyball scholarship!) and getting to play.

Been wondering what my passion is.  Decided I must have come to this life with limited passion.  (What little I have I expend on The Husband.)

Or - perhaps I haven't yet found that "thing" to be passionate about.  Do I have enough time left in life to find a passion?  Do I need one?



Walked on the trail this morning - decided to be impulsive and walk further.  Went for 7.25 miles.  Was already tired and it was only 8 a.m.

Best

Best way to waste a couple hours:  Seeing Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes.

Best way to get a little frazzled:  Going into a busy store.

Best smile of the day:  Visiting our son and seeing him smile at us.

Best greeting of the day:  From the son's dog - still acts like I'm his best friend. (He doesn't seem to understand I'm not really an animal person.)

Best burger of the day:  Culvers

Best dinner of the day:  Fresh corn on the cob from the neighborhood farm - also their fresh tomatoes.

Best wishes of the day:  To the kind soul offering son $10 (and good on ya, Son, for setting him straight.)

Best line of the day:  "You're not unique, Mom."

Best way to end the day:  Clean jammies, clean sheets, tired eyes and good book.

4:53 am.

When the phone rings that early in the morning, it's not usually good news.  And trying to focus on the number shown on the caller I.D. is virtually impossible - even though I think I'm one of those people who comes pretty quickly awake.

We got to have a huddled conversation with the police in the street as they responded to the house alarm for our neighbors (they're both out of town) and we were left to report  to said neighbor.

Trying to get back to sleep at 5:30 a.m. with sunlight brightening the eastern skies is futile.

Thus, I headed out on the trail for my bike ride.  Thinking The Husband would sleep in and forgo the early morning wheeled battle against the wind.  He surprised me.  So we joined forces in our headlong pedal into the wind, no matter which direction we pedaled.  I ended up doing 16.6 miles.

And now, 12 hours later, I'm thinking my padded bike pants should have more padding.  (Or that I should be on my bike more often than (lately) once every couple weeks.)

People / Esteem

Heard this title of a book:

All The Wrong People Have Self Esteem

Don't think I'll be reading the book, but wow!!  Love that title.  Lots conveyed in those few words.  Really tickles my fancy!