Sit/knit and racing we go

The other plan - write something within this space frequently.
Wednesday past, I scribed the following.  it was not posted because I thought it was incomplete.
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'Tis Wednesday.  'Tis.
I have been sitting here admiring the computer screen waiting for a brilliant thought to come out.  None so far.   
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The wife is in town with a bunch of age-appropriate ladies at the Senior Center - Sit and Sew - I call it Sit and Knit - They meet for a couple hours weekly working on some project and talk - I'm sure there is no gossip, just talk.  Showing photos of grandkids, talking about the weather,  knitting, sewing, whatever else those wild women do.
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I made  her a little sign to take to her gathering.  I'm sure it will be a hit.
                                   
                                   SIT and KNIT
                                       or you'll
                                SQUAT  and ROT
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a good philosophy for us in our age range.
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Meanwhile I sit at home babysitting - uh, make that dog sitting.  It is much too cold to venture outside.  The wind from the north is coming off the lake like it has a purpose = frosting my windows...freezing my toes...chattering my teeth -   Spring will arrive sometime; I just don't know when.
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LUNCH:  Turned on the TV as I ate chili leftovers.  I  found a BECKER festival on channel 238 and have thoroughly enjoyed laying back and enjoying his continual bad attitude.
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My Dot Laura called - her hubby will be training soon for working in a post office.   Sometime soon he gets to drive to Ft. Worth for  training.  There will be a stay-over in a motel.   Made me think of a country/western song:  "Overnight in a Fort Worth motel."   Either that or one of those scary movies where monsters live in the next room over just waiting till you fall asleep or take a shower.
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That was it.   too short, I thought - And substance?  Looking for substance.  Little there I think.
My Friday post didn't materialize and now here I am on Saturday.
Let's take a look at my Saturday...no, let's talk last night.  Daught Christine drove up last night with her 3 dogs:  Buddy (she spells it Butty), Wesley, and Ollie  (Ollie was originally named Ali after Mohammed Ali by a family who gave him up -  Ollie cannot tell if you are saying Ali or Ollie. Go Figure).  It was a busy evening getting the dogs in and all settled.  Went to bed early for me.
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This morning, the wife roused me out of bed about 20 till 6 - that would be 5:40 for you digital people.   I'm not quite sure of the exact time due to being incapable of movement in that time frame.  Up - at breakfast - prepared myself for the day - we drove away from the house at 6:30 a.m.  I haven't seen that number since retirement, nor do I care to see it again in the near future.
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Why?  You may ponder.  Why is any sane person getting up before 6 on a Saturday?  My lovely wife (bless her heart) and my daughter (bless her heart) conspired together to participate in the local run / walk for charity this morning; and I,  (bless my heart) agreed to share the experience. It was run by the local Lions Club via the Y.  You had a choice 1 mile or 5K.  Anyone want to guess which I chose?  That's right, one mile.   There were people there dressed to run and others dressed for walking.  
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Before it started we gathered in the parking lot to warm up.  Some skinny young girl turned up the rock and roll loud music and led the crowd in all sorts of exercises.  My take was different than theirs.  If I warm up, I will be too tired to walk the mile.  C'mon.  15 minutes of running  in place - jumping jacks - push ups - the skinny girl, did I mention she was bubbly?  Precious thing.  
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Exercise over.  Line up.  Mob style.  Some guy who looks like he has never punished himself with exercise, holds up a pistol and a loudspeaker.  Bam!  The race is off.  Thin guys up front take off in a fervor chasing a white pickup with blinking lights.  We started to walk.   One mile.  Follow the arrows.  It was a pleasant walk until we figured out nobody was behind us.  Nobody.  We were dead last - so to speak - never use the word "dead" to an old guy walking in a race.   I would guess we were 1/3rd of the way through the mile when we met people (1 milers) who were heading home.
They seemed quite intent.  .   .  but if they were truly serious about this whole thing, wouldn't they do the 5 K part?
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Some people had dogs - some were pushing babies - one guy was carrying his little daughter on his shoulders - they were all ahead of us.  There was this one dog, a pretty breed, forgot the breed, almost Lab size,  maybe my wife will add the name in the comments below, it was trotting along in front of us.  As we got nearer the finish, we began to catch the dog.  I was so proud.  Closer and closer we pulled up on the young lady and her dog. Proud.   Perhaps I should mention that we were in a residential area at this time.  The dog was stopping at each mailbox for a sniff and appropriate discharge.  Every time she stopped for a sniff - we gained on her.  Then we entered the park part of the race, no more mail boxes, the dog started to pull away.
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At least 7 people doing the 5 K passed us before we finished including our local Vet.
We ended the race - I was dead last - they took our photo - 22:38 minutes - we got a purple ribbon with a pretty gold tassel.  Being serious runners, we quickly turned left and filed into the YMCA to find the restrooms.  That was emotional.  In the men's room there was this ugly old guy going to the showers  - he was as naked as a Jay Bird.  I realize that showers are for naked people - I realize that - I was just not prepared for the sight that I saw.  He must have been squatting and rotting.
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and with that, I close.   The rest of the day was good too.  Derrick Days in Corsicana.  Stay tuned.
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