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    TGIF | Another Week.

    Hello friends and welcome to another almost-weekend! It’s a gorgeous fall day here and Marc is playing golf. I’m listening to an autumn playlist and planning a fall classic* and some easy knitting once I finish this post. Let’s get to it! My running has taken a back seat to tennis these past few weeks. I’ve missed it, but things got shuffled around this week and I realized on Wednesday that I could fit in a run on Thursday. and when Carole shared her gorgeous photos, I realized what I really needed was a run in the park. I hadn’t been to the park since Labor Day. when my dear friend…

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    Growing up, the years we lived in Wyoming (1971-1976), my folks loved taking a Sunday afternoon drive. After lunch, the whole family would pile into the station wagon and we’d set out, with no destination in mind (at least not to my 10-year old mind!). We meandered over mountains and dirt roads (literally), and if there was a stop for ice cream, or dinner, we kids felt truly rewarded. As an adult, I’ve never been much for the Sunday drive. honestly, I’m not much for any kind of driving, and driving without a specific destination is completely foreign (although I have been known – especially these last few months –…

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    Just Life.

    One of the most time-consuming things about making the transition from Blogger to WordPress was categorizing my posts (Blogger allows for tags, but not – at least as far as I know – categories). First there was getting my head around the whole category concept. Sara’s “think bigger, Mom” was a huge help (i.e., fewer is better); as was the blog layout I chose which features the categories on the sidebar (and in pink – thank you me! – above each post’s title). Knitting, Food & Drink, Books and Travel were obvious choices. I toyed with Family & Friends, but those posts often overlapped with one of the other four…

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    Selfie Sunday | Morning Run.

    Three miles down to the lake and back is my favorite Sunday morning workout. It’s quick (which is a good thing when I need to leave for church at 9:15) and quiet. There’s never much traffic in our neighborhood on Sundays; I have the road to myself. and my thoughts. and my ears are filled only with the steady rhythm of my feet hitting the asphalt. Good for my body, and my soul. Happy Sunday!