Lou Pinella, Goethe, and Me

Throw in Tolstoy too, if you'd like. And the late Lucy Hayes (Mrs. Rutherford B.). We were all born on August 28, which this year is also full-moon day.

I thought when I turned 60 last year I'd reached that old-age place. I was happy to be there, accepting, calm, wise. But no one told me that after that I'd have to keep getting even older! Sheesh. How could I not have thought of that on my own. But I didn't. I figured I'd arrived in the land of the old and that my position was carved out and solid. Instead of that position being solid, carved in stone, it seems to have been carved out in nothing more permananent that butter. A fine howdya-do, as we who dwell in the land of the old used to say. So I'll hang out now with others who started on my day and did their own version of moving into the land of the not-so-young: the leader of the Cubs (the only one in our group besides me not to have quite finished living yet), and the creator of Faust. Lucy Hayes too, although I don't think we've ever been properly introduced. (Lou I know, having seen him on TV just a couple of nights ago kicking dirt on an umpire's shoes. Go Cubs! And Goethe--I'll just say we've never met, but I did read his book.)

I haven't posted for a while because I'm working so much that I feel any extra computer time needs to be spent parsing verbs, deleting extraneous quotation marks, and inserting or deleting hyphens as is called for in any particular situation. I feel like all I do is eat, sleep, edit and--hey!--run. The latter is what I always find time for. If I set aside blog time the way I set aside run time, you'd find me here three or four times a week.

Friday I decided I was rather bored with my standard route, so I headed down to the Berkeley marina, ending up running a six-mile loop. That was so much fun that this morning I headed down there again and did an eight-miler. I hesitate to mention it, but I have been injury free for well over a year now. Nothing really hurts when I run these days. This is certainly not something I take for granted--it feels like a bit of a miracle.

That's me, by the way, at the top of the page. Photo credit to my mighty fine nephew. I'm going to shower and do some work now. Y'all keep breathing.

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Sunshine said…
What a delightful entry! A joy to hear from you... Glad to know you are well. More soon.
7:08 PM
Gorgeous Nerd said…
I hope you're having a very happy birthday. :)
12:59 PM
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